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CALLIOPE:

OR, THE

MUSICAL MISCELLANT.

A SELECT COLLECTION

OF THE MOST APPROVED

ENGLISH, SCOTS, and IRISH SONGS,
SET TO MUSIC,

LONDON:

Printed for C. ELLIOT and T.KA Y,

Oppofitc Somerfet-Place, N°332, Strand;

And C. E L L I O T, Edinburgh.

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Digitized by the Internet Archive

in 2012 with funding from

National Library of Scotland

http://www.archive.org/details/calliopeormusicOOIond

ADVERTISEMENT.

THE Publifher of the following compilation having
come by accident into the poffeflion of the firft
192 pages, which were printed off under the infpection
of the Editor of the Mufkal Mifcellany, (a collection
publifhed at Perth in 1786, and very favourably re-
ceived by the Public), he immediately refolved to finifh
the volume on a more enlarged plan than that of the
Mufical Mifcellany ; of which, however, this may pro-
perly be confidered as a new edition, although under a
different title. Accordingly, no pains have been fpared
to render it as complete as poflible. Every popular and
fafhionable fong, whether Englifh, Scots, or Irilh, has
been inferted ; at lead the Publifher hopes that very
few, if any, have been omitted. How far the pre-
fent Editor has fucceeded mufl be determined by a can-
did Public.

It is prefumed that no Collection of Songs with the
Mufic, hitherto publifhed in Great Britain or Ireland,
of the fame fize and extent, has been afforded at fo
low a price as the prefent*

Edinburg h,1
Jpril 1788. J

INDEX.

Page.

ACOBLER there was and he hVd in a ftall 248

Adieu ye groves - - 150

Ah, why muft words my flame reveal - - 72

Ah, Chloris ! cou'd I now but fit - - 438

Ah, ma chere ! my pretty dear * - 398

A fig for all your whining (luff - » 344

A lafs that was laden with care - - 27a

A mafter I have, and lam his man , *- - 359

Alas, my heart ! alas, my heart - - 396

All in the Downs the fleet was moorM - - 408

All ye who wou'd wifh to fucceed with a lafs - 228

And gin ye meet a bonny laflie - * 404

Affift me, ye lads, who have hearts void of guile - 154

As you mean to fet fail for the land of delight - 216

As Jamie Gay ga'd blithe his way - - 232

As down on Banna's banks I ftray'd - - 259

As Dermot toil'd one fummef's day - - 334

At the fign of the horfe old Spintext - 60

Away to the field - - - 78

B.

Believe my fighs, my tears, my dear * * 442

Beneath a green (hade a lovely young fwain - 178

Blow high, blow low - - * 464

Blyth, blyth, blyth was fhe - - 410

Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day - 348

Buik ye, bufk ye, my bonny bride - - 134

By Pinkie houfe oft let me walk - - 174

By the gaily circling glafs - - 204

C.

Ceafe, rude Boreas, bluft'ring railer - ■» 3°

Club your firelocks, my lads * - - 64

Come gi's a fang, the lady cry'd 20

Come roufe, brother fportfmen * - 74

Come on, my brave tars - - - 1 42

Come, come, my jolly lads - • 19^

Come, now, all ye focial pow'rs * * 278

Come, come, my good fhepherds * - 296

Contented I am, and contented I'll be 346

Curtis was old Hodge's wife - - 43°

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Dear Kathleen, you no doubt *• - - 211

Dear Tom, this brown jug - r - 282

Deaf Roger, if your Jenny geek - - 405

De'il tak' the war - - 460

Diogenes furly and proud - - - 137

Do you hear, brother fportfm an - - 104

Dumbarton's drums beat bonny, O - - 164

E.

Ev'ry man take his glafs in his hand - - 86

F.

Farewell to the park and the p4ay - r 314

Farewell to Lochaber - - - 434

Fill your glafTes, banifh grief - - - 240

Fine fongilers apologies too often ufe - - 220

For me my fair a wreath has wove - - 194

Four and twenty fidlers all on a row - - 148

Free from the buftle, care, and ftrife - - 56

From the eaft breaks the morn - - - 230

From Roflin caftle's echoing walls - - 426

From the court to the cottage convey me away - 471

G.

Gallant failor, oft you've told me - - 130

Gay Bacchus, liking Eftcourt's wine - * 468

H.

Kad I a heart for falfehood fram'd - - 417

Had Neptune, when firft he took charge of the fea 1 8

Hark, the horn from the valley 70

Hark! hark! the joy infpiring horn - - 198

Hark ! hark ! jolly fportfmen a while to my tale - 302

Hear me, ye nymphs, and ev'ry fwain - - 423

Here awa, there awa - - - 136

Hey for a lafs and a bottle to cheer - - 360

How fweetly fmiles the fimmer green - - 162

How little do the landmen know - - - 210

How imperfect is expreflion - - 268

How happy a ftate does the miller poffefs - - 294

How ftands the glafs around - - - 93

How happy the foldier who lives on his pay - 350

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Ianthe the lovejy, the joy of her fwain - - . 205

If I live to grow old, as I find I go down - 456

If to force me to fing it be your intention - 88

I figh and hment me in vain - - - H3

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I'll fing you a fong, faith I'm finging it now here - 332

I'm in love with twenty - - - 447

I'm told by the wife ones a maid I fhall die - 316

In April, when primrofes paint the fweet plain - 156

In good king Charles's golden days - - 284

In the merry month of May - -^ 309

In vain the ills of life afTail - . - - 339

In the foreft here hard by - 354

In London my life is a ring of delight - - 380

In winter when the rain rain'd cauld - - 412

In the garb of old Gaul - - 418, 420

In love fhou'd there meet a fond pair - - 33

Its open the door fome pity to fhow - 23

J.

Jack Ratlin was the ableft feaman - - 390

Jove in his chair - - 8

K.

Kilkenny is a handfome place - - 384

L.

Leave, neighbours, your work - 66

Let a fet of fober afies - - 160

Let gay ones and great - - - 42 7

Let the Sultan's wrmton care - -374

Let's be jovial, fill our glafies - - 274

Let's feek the bow'r of Robin Hood - - 326

Life is checquer'd, toil and pleafure - ■ - 206

Like my dear fwa in no youth you'd fee - - 362

Lock'd in my cheft I've fifty pound - - 373

London town is juft like a barber's fhop - 392

Lord! Lord! without victuals and drink - 336

Lord ! what care I for mam or dad - - 44c

Lovely goddefs, fprightly May - - 34

Love's goddefs in a myrtle grove - * 172

M.

Ma chere amie, my charming fair - - 400

Man may efcape from rope or gun - - 53

Mar-garitta- firit poiTeft -■ - - 328

My Patie is a lover gay - - ■> 4

My temples with clulters of grapes I'll entwine - 12

My love was once a bonny lad - - 28

My laddie is gone far away o'er the plain - 186

My bonny failor won my mind - - 262

My name's heneft Harry, O - 324

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My daddy is a canker'd carle - - 345

My mind to me a kingdom is - - 457

My fheep I've forfaken _ . - 462

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Nanfy's to the greenwood gane 2

Now Phoebus gilds the orient fkies - - 54

No more my fong (hall be, ye fwains - - 108

No glory I covet, no riches I want - - 299

No hurry I'm in to be marry'd - - - 382

O.

O Befly Bell and Mary Gray 46

OfweetSir, for your courtefy - 14

O thou lov'd country - - - 112

0 fee that form that faintly gleams - - 113

O faw ye my father - - - 1 2 1

O greedy Midas I've been told - - 124

O 1 ha'e loft a filken fnood - - 1 29

O Sandy why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn - 182

O what pleafures will abound - - 212

O what had I ado for to marry - - 414

O fend Lewis Gordon hame - - 416

Old women we are, and as wife in the chair - 218

Once more I'll tune the vocal fhell - - 166

One morning very early - - - 261

One day I heard Mary fay - - - 42

On Ettrick banks in a fummer's night - 50

On a bank of flow'rs in a fummer day - - 254

P.

Pho ! pox of this nonfenfe, I prithee give o'er - 276"

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Rail no more, ye learned affes - - 2 16

S.

Says Plato, why fhould man be vain - - , 238

Says Colin to me, I've a thought in my head - 298

See the courfe throng'd with gazers - - 388

Shall I, wafting in defpair - - - 394

Shepherds, I have loft my love - - 1

Since there's fo fmall difference - - 103

Since you mean to hire for fervice - - 202

Some talk of Alexander - - 184

Some fay women are like the feas - - 306"

Songs of fhepherds in ruftical roundelays - ror

S«ch beauties in view - <- - 444

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Sweet Annie frae the fea-beach came - - oS

Sweet engager of my heart - - -62

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The charge is prepar'd Q

The moon had climb'd the higheft hill - . 1 5

The topfails fhiver in the wind - , 40

The laft time I came o'er the muir - -44

The wealthy fool, with gold in (lore - I r2

The lafs of Patie's mill . - -76

The blufh of Aurora now tinges the morn - 80

The fun juft glancing thro' the trees - . 84

The meal was dear iliort fyne - _ j j g

The pawky auld carle came o'er the lee - _ j2(5

The lawland lads think they are fine - r j**

The fmiling morn, the breathing fpring - n-2

The man that's contented is void of all care - 168

The fweet rofy morning peeps over the hills - 171

The morn was fair - - . XgQ

The fields were green, the hills were gay . 222

The whittling plowman hails the blufhing dawn - 224

The echoing horn calls the fportfmen abroad - 246

The dufky night rides down tbe fky - - 2ro

The moment Aurora peep'd into my room - 262

The women all tell me I'm falfe to my lafs - 287

The filver moon's enamour'd beams - - 012

The lafl'es are mad, the archers are mad - 32 r

The prado I reforted - - . o$6

The fummer was fmiling, all nature round look'd gay 370

The Britifh lion is my fign - . . 378

The night her filent fable wore - - 432

The filver moon that fhines fo bright - . 43 ^

The wand'ring failor ploughs the main - - 448

The world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit « 450

Then farewell, my trim-built wherry - - 264

There lived a man in Balenocrazy - . 1^8

There was a jolly miller once liv'd on the river Dee 245

Tho' late 1 was plump, round, and jolly - - 200

Tho' the fate of battle en to-morrow wait - 350

Tho' Leixlip is proud of its clofe fhady bowers, - 366

Tho' Bacchus may boa ft of his care-killing bowl - 320

Thou foft flowing Avon - - - 300

Thurfday in the morn r - 24

"£o fpeer my love, wi' glances fair - - 376

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To fair Fidele's grafly tomb - 94

To Anacreon in Heaven, where he fat in full glee - 5

Tol, lol, de rol lol, my tolly, my toi - - 386

'Twas in that feafon of the year - - 425

Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town - - 26

'Twas fummer and foftly the breezes were blowing - 98

'Twas I learnt a pretty fong in France - - 106

Two gofhps they merrily met - - 289

Up amang yon cliffy rocks - - 3SZ

Well met, pretty nymph, fays a jolly young fwain 310

We're gaily yet - - - - 466

Welcome, welcome, brother debtor - - 441

What woman can do I have try'd to be free - 406

What is't to us who guides the date - - 421

What Cato advifes moft certainly wife is - 280

What man in his wits had not rather be poor - 305

What beauties does Flora difclofe - - 180

When the men a-courting came - - 322

When ruddy Aurora awakens the day - - 330

When firft I began, Sir, to ogle the ladies - 338

When up to London firft I came - - 342

When brother Bobby came firft to town - . - 364

When the fheep are in the fauld - - 368

When firft I ken'd young Sandy's face - * 402

When I have a faxpence under my thumb - 428

When Britain firft, at Heav'n's command - - 436

When the chill Sirocco blows - - 452

When daifies pied, and violets blue - - 454

When Orpheus went down to the regions below - 292

When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me - 244

When I was a young one, what girl was like me - 242

When I was in my fe'enteen years - - 226

When abfent from the nymph I love - - 176

When trees did bud and fields were green - 10

When innocent paftime our pleafurcs did crown - 140

When my locks are grown hoary - - 58

When morn her fweets (hall firft unfold - 68

When I think on this warld's pelf - 83

When merry hearts were gay - - - 96

When firft 1 came to be a man - - 114

When once the gods, like us below - - 122

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Whence comes it, neighbour Dick - -go

Wherever I'm going, and all the day long - 258

Where's my Twain fo blithe and clever - 214

While mifers all night - - - 36

While grave divines preach up dull rules - 446

Why heaves my fond bofom - - - 213

Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow ^ - 188

Will ye go to the ew-bughts, Marion - 48

Willy was a wanton wag - - - 132

With women and wine I defy ev'ry care - 308

With an honed old friend and a merry old fong - 275

Y.

Ye belles and ye flirts, and ye pert little things - 252

Ye lads of true fpirit pay courtfhip to claret - 272

Ye fportfmen draw near - - 146

Ye fylvan pow'rs that rule the plain - - 192

You the point may carry - 208

You know I'm your prieft, and your confeience is mine 256

Young Damon was whittling briflc and gay - 318

Young Roger the ploughman, who wanted a mate 340

CALLIOPE:

OR THE

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

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SONG I.
BANKS OF BANNA.

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I for her my homeforfook, near yon mi/iy mountain, left my

flock, my pipe, my crook, greenwood fhade andfountaitu

Ne^er fhall I fee them more

Until her returning ;
All the joys of life are o'er,

From gladnefs chang'd to mourning.
Whither is my charmer flown ?

Shepherds, tell me whither ?
Ah, woe for me, perhaps me's gone

For ever and for ever.
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SONG II.

NANSY'S TO THE GREEN WOOD GANE.

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What ails ye at my dad, quoth he,

My minny, or my aunty ?
Wi' croudy-mowdy they fed me,

Lang-kail and ranty-tanty :
And bannocks of good barley-meal,

Of thae there was right plenty.
Wi* chapped flocks, fa' butter'd well,

And was na' that right dainty ?

Altho' my father was nae laird,

'Tis dafFm to be vaunty,
He keepit ay a good kail-yard,

A ha' houfe, and a pantry :

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

A good blue bonnet on his head,
An < "erlay 'bout his craigy,

And ay until the day he died,
He rade on good fhanks naigy.

Now wae and wonder on your fnout,

Wad. ye hae bonny Nanfy ?
Wad ye compare yourfelf to me,

A docken till a tanfy ?
I ha'e a wooer o' my ain,

They ca' him fouple Sandy,
And well I wat his bonny mou'

Is fweet like fugar-candy.

Wow, Nanfy, what needs a* this din,

Do I na' ken this Sandy ?
I'm fure the chief of a* his kin

Was Rab the beggar randy :
His minny Meg upo' her back

Bare baith him and his billy ;
Will ye compare a nafly pack

To me your winfome Willy ?

My gutcher left a good braid fword,

Tho' it be auld and rufty,
Yet ye may tak' it on my word,

It is baith ftout and trufly ;
And if I can but get it drawn,

Which will be right uneafy,
I {hall lay baith my lugs in pawn,

That he fhall get a hezzy.

Then Nancy turn'd her round about,

And faid, Did Sandy hear ye,
Ye wadna mifs to get a clout,

I ken he difna' fear ye :
Sae had your tongue, and fay nae mslr.

Set fomewhere elfe your fancy ;
For as lang's Sandy's to the fore,

Ye never fhall get &anfy.
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SONG III.
CORN RIGS.

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furprife, 'tis heaven to hear him to* king.

Lad night I met him on a bawk,

Where yellow corn was growing :
Tl ere mony a kindly word he fpake,

Tha)t fet my heart a-glov/ing.
He kifs'd, and vow'd he wad be mine9

And loo'd me bed of ony ;
That gars me like to fing finfyne,

O corn-rigs are bonny.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS,

Let lanes of a filly mind

Refufe what maift they're wanting i
Since we for yeilding were defign'd,

We chaftly mould be granting.
Then I'll comply, and marry PATE ;

And fyne my cockernony
He's free to touzel air or late,

Where corn-rigs are bonny.

SONG IV.
TO ANACREON IN HEAVEN.

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twine the my,rtle of Venus with Bacchus' s vine.

The news through Olympus immediately flew ;

When Old Thunder pretended to give himfelf airs —
" If thefe mortals are fuffer'd their fcheme to purfue,
" The devil a Godceis will flay above flairs.
" Hark ! already they cry,
" In tranfports of joy,
u Away to the fons of Anacreon we'll fly,
" And there with pood fellows, we'll learn to entwine
" The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.
Arid there with good fellows, &c.

" The yellow-hair'd God, and his nine fully maids,

" From Helicon's Banks will incontinent flee,
" Idalia will boa'fl but of tenantlefs fhades,
" And the bi-forked hill a mere defart will be.
" My thunder, no fear on't,
" Shall foon do it's errand,
" And dam'me ! I'll fwinge the ringleaders, I warrant,
" I'll trim the young dogs for thus daring to twine
" The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine."
I'll trim the young dogs, Sec.

Apollo rofe up ; and faid, " Pr'ythee ne'er quarrel,

" Good king of the Gods, with my vot'ries below :
".Your thunder is ufelefs" — then, (hewing his laurel,
Cry'd, " Sic eviiable fulmen, ycu know i
" Then over each head
" My laurels I'll fpread ;
w So my fons from your crackers no mifchief mail dread,

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" XVhilfl mug in their club room they jovially twine
" The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.

Whilfl fnug in their club-room, &c.

Next Momus got up with his rifible phiz,

And fwore with Apollo he'd chearfully join —
*' The tide of full harmony ftill mall be his,

" But the fong, and the catch, and the laugh mall be mine,
" Then Jove, be not jealous
" Of thefe honeft fellows."
Cry'd Jove, "We relent, fince the truth now you tell us ;
" And fwear, by Old Styx, that they long fhall entwine
" The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine."
And fwear, by Old Styx, &c.

Ye fons of Anacreon, then, join hand in hand :

Preferve unanimity, friendmip, and love ;
'Tis your's to fupport what's fo happily plann'd :
You've the fanction of Gods, and the fiat of Jove,
While thus we agree,
Our toaft let it be,
May our club flourifh happy, united and free S
And long may the fons of Anacreon entwine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.
And long may the fons of Anacreon entwine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus' 's vine,

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SONG V.
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THE CHARGE IS PREPAR'D.

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SONG VII.
DOWN THE BURN DAVIE.

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burn Davie love, and I willfol — low thee.

Now Davie did each lad furpafs
That dwelt on this burn fide ;

And Mary was the bonniefl lafs,
Juft meet to be a bride.

Blyth Davie's blinks, &c.

Her cheeks were rofy, red and white..
Her e'en were bonny blue,

Her looks were like Aurora bright,
Her lips like droping dew.

Blyth Davie's blinks, &c.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. tl

What pafs'd, I guefs, was harmlefs play,

And nothing, fure, unmeet ;
For, ganging name, I heard them fay,

They lik' d a walk fo fweet.
Blytb Davie's blinks,, &c.

His cheeks to her's he fondly laid ;

She cry'd, " Sweet love be true ;
" And when a wjfe, as now a maid,

" To death I'll follow you."
Blyth Davie's blinks, &c.

As fate had dealt to him a routh,

Straight to the kirk he led her ;
There plighted her his faith and truth.

And a bonny bride he made her.
No more amam'd to own her love,

Or fpeak her mind thus free ;
" Gang down the burn, Davie, love,

" And I will follow thee."

Bii

12

CALilOTE : OR THE

SONG VIII.

MY TEMPLES WITH CLUSTERS.

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— JL.| — L_l 1 L .K-.0 J — I ^^1 — Id — L|

.My temples with cluflers of grapes Vll entwine \ <z?w/ for-

:^t-*5^t i-

liiiifgipiiiigiiS

ter all joys for a goblet of wine, and barter all joys for a

^i#r"Fr"

^EE:St:EF;fe *aUfct:

goblet of wine. Infearch of a Venus no longer III run, but

<y2o/> and forget her at Bacchus' s tun; no longer Fll runy

- - - - fotf

»E2;__i___— -

y?<?/» and forget her at Bacchus' 's tun.

Yet why thus refoJve to relinquifh the fair ?
*Xis folly with fpirits like mine to defpair;
For what mighty charms can be found in a glafs,
" not fiird to the health of fome favourite lafs?

THE VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 1^

*Tis woman whofe charms every rapture impart,
And lend a new fpring to the pulfe of the heart ;
The mifer himfelf, fo fupreme is her fway,
Grows a convert to love, and refigns her the key.

At the found of her voice forrow lifts up her head,
And poverty Mens, well pleas'd, from her fried ;
While age, in an ecftacy, hob'ling along,
Beats time, with his crutch, to the tune of her fong.

Then bring me a goblet from Bacchus's hoard,
The largeft and deepeft that ftands on his board ;
I'll fill up a brimmer, and drink to the fair;
'Tis the thirfl. of a lover — and pledre me who dara

H

CALLIOPE: OR THE

SONG IX.

MY JO JANET.

^

0 fweet fir, for your courtefe, when ye come by the

:3Zi±HS_l:g=^ :^z:^-E_^Si_[

Bafs, then, and for the love ye bear to me, buy me a keek-

par1- ~* ■*-

ing glafs, then. Keek into the draw-well, Janet, Janet,

and there ye' 11 fee your bonny fell, my jo Janet,

Keeking in the draw-well clear,
What if I fhou'd fa' in, Sir ?
Syne a' my kin will fay and fwear,

I drown'd myfelf for fin, Sir.
Had the better be the brae,

Janet, Janet ;
Had the better be the brae,
My jo Janet.

Good Sir, for your courtefie,
Coming through Aberdeen, then,

For the love ye bear to me,
Buy me a pair of fheen, then.

Clout the auld, the new are dear,
Janet, Janet,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. i$

Ae pair may gain ye ha'f a year,
My jo Janet.

But what if dancing on the green,

And (kipping like a mawkin,
If they fhould fee my clouted fheen,

O' me they will be tawkin,
Dance ay laigh, and late at e'en,

Janet, Janet,
Syne a* their fauts will no be feen,
My jo Janet.

Kind Sir, for your courtefie,

When ye gae to the crofs, then,
For the love ye bear to me,

Buy me a pacing horfe, then.
Pace upo' your fpinning wheel,

Janet, Janet,
Pace upo* your fpinning whe
My jo Janet*'

%6

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG X.
MARY's DREAM.

The moon had climb' d the high-ef hill which rifes

-K—

3_„_x _?3! zi z 1& ■' ~~jr ~a l__.T" zztz Lz

o £T the fource of Dee, and from the eafiern fum-mt

-m-%

K-UX -My-

izzrzzzzx

jked her fil-ver light on toivr and tree ; when Mary

I— S— IE

sfc-^

^:±tzpEztz5^iz±zzziztt~±St:

/^'^ her down tofleep, her thoughts on Sandy far
at fea ; when foft and low a voice zvas heard fay

-^*-*--

-U
Mary, weep no more for me.

She from her pillow gently rais'd
Her head to alk, who there might be;

She faw young Sandy fhiv'ring ftand,
With vifage pale and hollow eye -,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. IJ

O Mary dear, cold is my clay,
<: It lies beneath a ftormy fea,
Far, far from thee, I fleep in death,
" So Mary, weep no more for me.

Three ftormy nights and ftormy days
" We tofs'd upon the raging main :
And long we drove our bark to fave,
" But all our driving was in vain.
Ev'n then, when horror chill'd my blood,
" My heart was fiU'd with love for thee :
The ilorm is pad, and I at reft,
; So Mary., weep no more for me,

O maiden dear, thyfelf prepare,

" We foon mall meet upon that fhore,

Where love is free from doubt and care,

" And thou and I fhall part no more/*
Loud crow'd the cock; the ihadow fled,

No more of Sandy could (he fee ;
But foft the paffing fpirit faid,

- st Mary, weep no more for me,"

';

(<

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XI.
HAD NEPTUNE.

'fiNS

Had Neptune, wkenjirjl he took charge ofthefea, been as

*&

wife, or at leaji been as merry as %ve, he'd have thought
better on*t, and in/lead of the brine, would have Jill* d the

jT"

li^±=Liz£=t

^S^^^^S

vajl ocean with generous wine.

&d

■ - - - would have Jill* d the vajl ocean with

£

generous wine.

"What trafficking then would have been on the main,
For the fake of good liquor, as well as for gain,
No fear then of tempeft, or danger of finking,
The fifhes ne'er drown that are always a-drinking, .

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 19

The hot thirfty fun would drive with more hafte,
Secure in the evening of fuch a repafl ;
And when he'd got tipfey, wou'd have taken his nap,
With double the pleafure in Thetis's lap.

By the force of his rays, and thus heated with wine,
Confider how glorioufly Phoebus would fhine,
What vafl exhalations he'd draw up on high,
To relieve the poor earth as it wanted fupply.

How happy us mortals, when bleft with fuch rain,
To fill all our veffels, and fill 'em again,
Nay even the beggar that has ne'er a dim,
Might jump in the river and drink like a fi(h.

What mirth and contentment, on every one's brow,
Hob as great as a prince, dancing after his plough
The birbs in the air as they play on the wing,
Altho* they but lip would eternally fing.

The ftars, who I think, don't to drinking incline,
Would frifk and rejoice at the fume of the wine ;
And merrily twinkling would foon let us know,
That they were as happy as mortals below.

Had this been the cafe, what had we enjoy'd,
Our fpirits ftill rifing our fancy ne'er cloy'd ;
A pox then on Neptune, when 'twas in his pow'r,
To flip like a fool, fuch a fortunate hour.

Cij

20

CALLIOPE : OR 1 HE

SONG XII.
TULLOCHGORUM.

Fiddlers, your pins in temper fix,
And refer, wed your fiddle- ftkks ;'
But banifh vile Italian tricka

Frae out your quorum :
Nor fortes wi' pianos mix,

Gie's 'TuIIachgornm.

FERGUSSOK.

Come gie's a Jang the lady cry'd, and lay your difputes all
qfide, what nonfenfe is* t for folk to chide for what's bem done

fe:Fr^£zBEp|::^

before them. "Let whig and tory all agree, whig and tory,

__«r ~ . _ w ft_.

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-r-b— ^~bl-h —

fc

»--!

nz^:

-u- — s — L- —

whig and tory, whig and tory all agree, to drop their whtg-

§ESS3^^|^eJS=gE|E|l

megmorum, Let whig and tory all agree, tofpendthe night

J.:il_ef L.

wi' »«r/A and glee, and chearfu fing alang wi' me, the reel

iplu>P'_£zz

Qj

gf Tidlocbgorum*

THE VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 2t

Tullochgorum's my delight,

It gars us a' in ane unite,

And ony furaph that keeps up fpite;

In confcience I abhor h ;
Blithe and merry we's be a*,
Blithe and merry, blithe and merry,
Blithe and merry we's be a%

To make a chearfV quorum.
Blithe and merry we's be a',
As lang's we ha'e a breath to draw,
And dance till we be like to fa',

The reel of Tullochgorum.

There needs na' be fo great a phrafe
Wi' dringing dull Italian lays
I wadna gi'e our ain Strathfpeys

For half a hundred fcore o'm.
They're dowff and dowie at the bed,
Dowff and dowie, dowff and dowie,
They're dowff and dowie at the beft,

Wi' a' there variorum.
They're dowff and dowie at the bed,
Their allegro's, and a' the reft,
They cannot pleafe a Highland tafie,

Compar'd wi' Tullochgorum.

Let warldly minds themfelves opprefs
Wi' fear of want, and double cefs,
And filly fauls themfelves difirefs

Wi' keeping up decorum.
Shall we fae four and fulky fit,
Sour and fulky, four and fulky,
Shall we fae four and fulky lit,

Like auld Philofophorum ?
Shall v/e fae four and fulky fit,
Wi' neither fenfe, nor mirth, nor wit,
And canna rife to make a fit

At the reel of Tullochgorum ?

22 calliope: or the

May choiceft: bleffings ftill attend
Each honeft-hearted open friend,
And calm and quiet be his end,

Be a* that's good before him !
May peace and plenty be his lot,
Peace and plenty, peace and plenty,
May peace and plenty be his lot,

And dainties a great ftore o'm !
May peace and plenty be his lot,
Unftain'd by any vicious blot ?
And may he never want a groat

That's fond of Tullochgorum.

But for the difcontented fool,
Who wants to be oppreflion's tool,
May envy gnaw his rotten foul,

And blackeft iiends devour him !
My dole and forrow be his chance,
Dole and forrow, dole and forrow,
May dole and forrow be his chance,

And honeft fouls abhor him !
May dole and forrow be his chance,
And a' the ills that come frae France
Whoe'er he be that winna dance

The reel of Tullochgorum.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS*

23

SONG XIII.
OPEN THE DOOR TO ME, OH.

iiliiiiSiil

It's open the door fome pity to Jhow, it's open the door

SlipSp

to me, Oh ! Tho' you have beenfalfe, I'll always

prove true, So open the door to me, oh !

Cold is the blaft upon my pale cheek,
But colder your love unto me, Oh !
Though you have, &c.

She's open'd the door, fhe's open'd it wide,
She fees his pale corps on the ground, Oh !
Though you have, &c.

My true love, (he cry'd, then fell down by his fide,
Never, never to fhut again, Oh !
Though you have, EsV.

*4

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XIV.
RUSSEL's TRIUMPH.

Moderate.

^@

Thurfday in the morn, the nineteenth of May, recorded

for ever the famous ninety two, brave Rujfel did difcem

jjS* — "

-i-ib— St~"

#y £ra7/£ 0/" day the lofty fails of France advancing too. Alt

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h

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l^-^p!

hands aloft, they cry, let Britifh valour fhine, let fly a cid~

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verine, the fignal of the line, let ev'ry man f apply his gun.

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it-pJfr 'tu tt$±gpfjc±

follow me, you jhall fee, that the battle it will foon be

■won, follow me, you Jhall fee, that the battle it will foon

-*-JS <*.

be won.

±

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 2$

Tourville on the. main triumphant rowl'd,

To meet the gallant Runel in combat on the deep ;
lie led a noble train of heroes bold.

To fink the Englifh Admiral at his feet.
Now every valiant mind) to victory doth afpire,
bloody fight's begun^ the fea is all on &rej
An ood looking- ou,

Whilft a flood all of blood,
FilPd r, :F the rifmg fun.

,ur, fmoak, and fire, di the air.

With thunder- and wonder affright the Gallic (ho
Their regulated bands flood trembling near,

;e the fofty dreamers now no more :
At fix o'clock, the red, the fmijing vi&ors led.
To give a iecond blow, the fatal overthrow :
Now death and horror equal reign,

Now they cry, run and die,
Britiih colours ride the vanquim'd mi

See they fly, amaz'd, thro' rocks and fands,

One danger they grafp at to ihun the greater rate
In vain they cry for aid to weeping lands,

The nymphs and fea-gods mourn their loft efl
For evermore adieu, thou dazzling riling fun,
From thy untimely end thy mailer's htc begun :
Enough, thou mighty god of wa» :

Now we finer, biefs the King- !
Let .us drink to every Britiih Tar,

D

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XV.

'TWAS WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH.

btti

'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town, in the ro—fy

j- — •j-'S — \--~Vmkx~\*>5r-'~-

J P--5E J~"ZT^I"J~^~f~^' "

time of the year, when flowers were bloom* d and grafs was

down, and each fhepherd woo'd his dear, bonny jocky blyth

c

E

i._K.T-^-JS.

and gay, kifs*dfweet fenny making hay, the lafjie bluffed,,

— — :§-

1^ ** fe*

and frowning faid, no, no, it wonnot do, I cannot, can-

* -— N-

g^j^FCTf

Sfc

?»/, wcnnofy wsnnot) maunnot buckle too.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 2/

O Jocky was a wag, that never wou'd wed,
Though long he had followed the lafs,
Contented fhe work'd, and eat her brown bread.
And merrily turn'd up the grafs.

Bonny Jocky blyth and gay,

Won' her heart right merrily,

But fiill me blufh'd and frowning faid,
I cannot, &c.

But when that he vow'd he wou'd make her his bride,
Tho' his herds and his flocks were not few.
She gave him her hand and a kifs befides,
And vow'd (he'd for ever be true.

Bonny Jocky blyth and gay,

Won her heart right merrily,

At church me no more frowning faid,
I cannot, &c.

Dij

CALLIOPE *. OE. THE

SONG XVI.
THE FLOWERS OF EDINBURGH.

.»

■My love was once a bonny lad, he was tbe flow'r of

: :rd — — — r~"i'»_i"i"*^"*i — — &rT-i-rP-9~2~2~Ti2~

<?// £:.r £/», ?Z>£ absence of his bon-nyface, has rent my ten-

h_

3 1_- 1

— i"^ — ._

der heart in twain. I

-*-??£(■£-

day nor night find ' no de-

r=zpp=5z:^Tzz:zp5:
(%~lg^,~^|F:rT-fe-5Ffffr--hj=:-r— ^^Prfcj:

//£#/, /» j/?- — /?«/ f <?<3tj //?/'// complain, and exclaim 'gainft
//%£ my ri — valfoes, that hae to* en from me my dar-

3i

ficain.

1)efpair and anguiih fills my breafly
Since I have loft my blooming rofe;

I fierh and moan while others reft,
Kis abfence yields me no repofe.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 29

To feek my love I'll range and rove,

Thro* ev'ry grove and diftant plain ;
Thus I'll ne'er ceafe, but fpend my days,

T' hear tidings from my darling fwain.

There's nothing ftrange in nature's change, ,

Since parents fhew fuch cruelty ;
They caus'd my love from me to range,

And knows not to what deftiny.
The pretty kids and tender lambs

May ceafe to fport upon the plain ;
But I'll mourn and lament, in deep difcontent,

For the abfence of my darling fwain.

Kind Neptune, let me thee intreat,

To fend a fair arid pleafant gale ;
Ye dolphins fweet, upon me wait,

And do convey me on your tail.
Heav'ns blefs my voyage with fuccefs,

While croiTing of the raging main,
And fend me fare o'er to that diftant more,

To meet my lovely darling fwain.

All joy and mirth at our return

Shall i hen abound from Tweed to Tay ;
The bells (hall ring, and fweet birds fmg,

To grace and crown our nuptial day.
Thus blefs'd with charms in my love's arms,

My heart once more 1 will regain,
Then I'll range no more to a diftant more,

But in love will enjoy my darling fwain.

ko

CALLIOPE : OR THE

r->

SONG XVII.
THE STORM.

Ce<*j e rude Boreas , blu/Vring railer, lift, ye landfmen

all to me9 me/pnates, hear a brother Jailor fing the dan-
j^.__w_ ^ h fc* h__ _T^ K _j , K_

^ptn

"far

gers of the fea^ from bounding billows jirjh in motion , when

the dijiant whirlwinds rife; to the tempefi troubled o-

cean9 where thefeas contend with files.

Lively.
Hark ! the boatfwain hoarfely bawling, —

By topfail fheets, and haulyards ftand !
Down top-gallants quick be hauling !

Down your ftay-fails, hand, boys, hand !
Now it frefhens, fet the braces ; •

Quick the topfail fheets let go ;
Luff, boys, luff, don't make wry faces !

Up your topfails nimbly clew I

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

Slow.
Now ail you on down-beds fporting,

Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms,
Frefh enjoyments wanton courting,

Free from all but love's alarms,—
Round us roar the tempeft louder ;

Think what fear our mind enthrals :
Harder yet, it yet blows harder ;

Now again the boatfwain calls :

Quick.
The topfail-yards point to the wind, boys !

See all clear to reef each courfe !
Let the fore-meets go ; don't mind, boys,

Though the weather mould be worfe.
Fore and aft the fprit-fail yard get ;

Reef the mizen ; fee all clear :
Hand up ! each preventer-brace fet ;

Man the fore-yard ; cheer, lads, cheer!

Slow.
Now the dreadful thunder's roaring !

Peals- on peals contending clam !
On our heads fierce rain falls pouring !

In our eyes blue lightnings flam !
One v/ide water all around us,

All above us one black fky !
DifPrent deaths at once furround us.

Hark ! what means that dreadful cry ?

Quick.
The foremail's gone, cries every tongue out,

O'er the lee, twelve feet 'bove deck.
A leak beneath the cheft-tree's fprung out 5

Gail all hands to clear the wreck.
Quick the lanyards cut to pieces !

Come, my hearts be itout, and bold !
Plumb the well, the lake increafes f

Four feet water in the hold !

32 CALLIOPE ! OR THE

Slow.
While o'er the fhip wild waves are beating-

We for wives or children mourn ;
Alas ! from hence there's no retreating j

Alas ! from hence there's no return.
Still the lake is gaining on us ;

Both chain pumps are choak'd below?
Heav'n have mercy here upon us !

For only that can fave us now !

S$uick.
O'er the lee-beam is the land boys ;

Let the guns o'er-board be thrown ;
To the pump come every hand, boys ,

See our mizen-maft is gone,
The leak we've found ; it cannot pour fad ;

We've lighten'd her a foot or more \
Up, and rig a jury fore-matt ;

She rights^ fhe rights, boys ! wear off fiiore.

Now once more on joys we're thinking,

Since kind fortune fpar'd our lives j
Come the cann, boys, let's be drinking

To our fweethearts and our wives.
Fill it up, about fhip wheel it ;

Clofe to th' lips a brimmer join.
Where's the temped now ; who feels it ?

None ! our danger's drown'd is

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS,

33

SONG XVIII.
IN LOVE SHOULD THERE MEET.

In love Jhould there meet a fond pair, untutor'd by fa-

^T't'thlM

fhion or art, whofe wijhes are warm, are warm. andfin~

Z3r*z

cere, whofe words are th' excefs of the heart,

3EJ

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-— ^-nh-*?-—

-*-

whofe words are thy excefs of the heart". If ought

-:=z:-z:iz_bi=qz

fc#*.

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b:rz£zE|E

offubfiantial de- light on this fide thefiars can be found y

-*•■

*tisfure when this couple u — «fe, #/zi Cz^/'<i by Hymen

_N inn PL •„ .•-■>.(!. (fc_ -. & _j_

_III_j_j_].^. h-«.Ia.(_ _ T__ SEX' a t&- Z " i !Z3_Z-X1~._.

-±^^x£tb±^b==g±:tz&-&z^-t— ™-

w crown' d

y* ' * "fc"
and Cupid bv Hvmen is crown' d*
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34

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XIX.
LOVELY GODDESS.

T^?"

g

Lovely goddefs,fp rightly May, faire/i daughter of the

Eife^

e —

I! tf, f > l\rU

:zzj.x~zzw

day, hither come with ro—fes crown1 d, painting as you tread

-%?— us; — r—

::3"

spiiii

?/>£ ground, painting as you, tread the ground. Tulips

rear their giitt'ring heads, pinks bejirow their fragrant

beds, woodbines fp angled o'er with dew, deck their ar-

-— - ■- *— ' t ' L— -»^- — — - I "

horeis for you, deck their ar — bo — rets for you. «

Hear the birds around thee fhig,
In the gardens of the fpring ;
Ev'ry bufh and ev'ry tree
Warbles forth it's joy to thee.
Nature's fongflers all are gay
At the lov'd approach of May;

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 3J

All, great Queen, thy praifes fing,
Thine, great Emprefs of the fpring.

Goddefs, in thy veft of green ;
Goddefs, with thy youthful mein ;
Hafte and bring thy mines of wealth,
Gladnefs, and her parent, health ;
Bring with thee thy chearful train,
Chacing care, and chacing pain,
See, the lovely graces, all
Throng obedient to thy call.

Goddefs, hafte, and bring Avith thee
Virtue's. child, fair liberty;
For, if liberty's away,
Who can tafte the month of May ?
Here he comes, I hear the found
Of the merry fongfters round :
Here he comes all frefh and gay,
Paying homage to thee, May.

Goddefs, who perfum'ft the air,
Who haft deck'd the earth fo fair j
Thou, with gladnefs by thy fide
Still'ft the raging of the tide ;
Bid'ft the winds forbear to roar,
And ftern winter feen no more ;
Meads and groves their echos ring,
Love himfelf is on the wing.

Lovely nymph, divineft May,
Thou to whom this verfe I pay :
O ! thy healing warmth impart
To the miftrefs of my heart ;
Ev'ry day with gladnefs crown,
By her health, preferve my own :
Blooming nymph, of heavenly birth,
Goddefs, thou, of health and mirth.
E i j

36

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XX.

WHILE MISERS ALL NIGHT.

SEpEiilfaNp

While mifers all night Jiill are watching their Jlores, and

tm

:5EE5E3

all dayjlernly dniv the dijzrefs' d from their doors, while

courtiers each other Jubvert in the ft ate, and objlinate

churchmen new maxims create, we are frugally gen'rous,

jf-J* '■'■*>

ElglSllli^lEEEE:

nor each other wrong, but enjoy us at night, then conclude
with afong, but enjoy us at night then conclude with a

-^zilzzzTiyffi^fi ~

ftnl-

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 37

Let (harpers attempt by falfe arts to enfnare,
Till at length they receive their long merited fare,
Let fpendthrifts confume till too late they repent,
The lofs of their riches fo lavifhly fpent,

While with honed induftry we live the day long,
And enjoy us at night, then conclude with a fong.

Tho' drunkards in claret fuch rapture exprefs,
They'd find it more fov'reign, were they to drink lefs :
Tho' rakes fay in women is center'd our blifs,
They've reafon fometimes to regret a clofs kifs.

Such diff'rent extremes then to us don't belong,
And yet women and wine are the life of our fong.

Yet topers and rakes, would ye lead happy lives,

Be mod'rate in drinking and chufe modeft wives,

Let churchmen with churchmen, and courtiers be friends,

For on friendship all earthly enjoyment depends.

And when ye're united thus Jailing and ftrong,
Like us you'll be jovial, and end with a fong.

i»

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXI.
SWEET ANNIE.

Ei

£:fz^E?

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ttefc±±*

6Wf/ Annie frae thefea-beach came, where Jockyfpeel'd

//fe veffel'sfide, ah! wha can keep their heart at hame,

when Jocky's toft aboon the tide. Far off to diftant
realms he gangs, yet I'll prove true as he has been; and

— zzrij— s^i^-^ii^zzr^ — SalizztE^Ezt

w^w ilk lafs a — bout him thrangs, he'll think on Annie,

his faithful ane.

I met our wealthy laird yeftreen,

Wi' gou'd in hand he tempted me,
He prais'd my brow, my rolling een,

And made a brag of what he'd gi'e.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS- 39

What tho' my Jocky's far away,

Toft up and down the anfome main,
I'll keep my heart anither day,

Since Jocky may return again.

Nae mair, falfe Jamie, fing nae mair,

And fairly caft your pipe away ;
My Jocky wad be troubled fair,

To fee his friend his love betray :
For a' your fongs and verfe are vain,

While Jocky's notes do faithful flow;
My heart to him (hall true remain,

I'll keep it for my conftant jo.

Blaw faft, ye gales, round jocky's head,

And gar your waves be calm and ftill ;
His hameward fail with breezes fpeed,

And dinna a* my pleafure fpill.
What tho* my Jocky's far away,

Yet he will braw in filler fhine ;
I'll keep my heart anither day,

Since Jocky may again be mine.

40

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXII.

TOPSAILS SHIVER IN THE WIND.

Trb -~ist —

foilr r'g^t'r 4 -jtffrfcBI

27>£ top/ails Jhi~ver in the wind, the Jhip foe cajls to

-I —

y^j; but yet my foul, my heart, my mind, are, Mary,

— i«aaa — H— 1 — ffl — icr-|

— ■^ig.a-ij[
moor* d with thee. For,tho* thy Jailors bound a— far, Jl ill

tbt-.

mr£-

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love fh all be his leading far; for the? thyfailor's bound a-

far, fill love fo all be his lead~-ing far.

Should landmen flatter when we're fail'd,

O doubt their artful tales j
No gallant fail or ever fail'd,

If love breath'd conftant gales ;
Thou art the compafs of my foul
Which fleers my heart from pole to pole-

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS* 4. 1

Sirens iri every port we meet,

More fell than rocks or waves
But fiieh as grace the Britifh fleet,

Are lovers and not flaves :
No foes our courage ihall iubdue,
Altho' we've left our hearts with you*

Thefe are cur cares, but if you're kind.

We'll fcorn the darning main,
The rocks, the billows, and the wind,

The pow'r of France and Spain :
Now England's glory refts with you,
Our fails are full, fweet girls, Adieu!

P

42

CALLIOPE *. OR THE

SONG XXIII.
I'LL NEVER LEAVE THEE.

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IZM7.

One day I heard Mary fay, how Jhall I leave thee ?

— ^__* — - — ._-i~*_rf — ^

:dr±zn

-SI *TWi

flay, dear efi A-donis,flay, why wilt thou grieve me ?

^/<w, my fond heart will break, if thoufhould leave me,

/%. ?& f V\ ^ _l_ I _!JJ__J_L_SX_^_Lp0_Z]_] i i I— -JH

Yll live and die for thy fake, yet never leave thee.

Say, lovely Adonis, fay,

Has Mary deceiv'd thee?
Did e'er her young heart betray

New love to grieve thee ?
My conftant mind ne'er mail flray,

Thou may believe me;
I'll love thee, lad, night and day,

And never leave thee.

Adonis, my charming youth,

What can relieve thee ?
Can Mary thy anguifh foothe,

This breail fhali receive thee.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 43

My paflion can ne'er decay,

Never deceive thee :
Delight fhall drive pain away,

Pleafure revive thee.

But leave thee, lad, leave thee, lad,

How fhall I leave thee?
O ! that thought makes me fad 5

I'll never leave thee.
Where would my Adonis fly ?

Why does he grieve me I
Alas ! my poor heart will die,

If I mould leave thee.

Fij

44

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXIV.
THE LAST TIME I CAME O'ER THE MUIR.

Tfo /<?/* tf/ft? / came o'er the muir, I left my love be-

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nc ; ye pow,rsr>rjjhai pain do I endure ■, when f oft

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iSfflffi

-f

-r/t'-^j- ??;//?<:/ ;#£. Sew/ tf.f *#<? ruddy morn difplay'd.

■Jff-sn 1

-at— pr-t — — i —

\ ' 4? *

the beaming day enfuing, I met betimes my love-ly maid>

-5^-ms P-wz z--*T-rr-

jT-

in fit re— treats for wooing.

Beneath the cooling fhade we lay,

Gazing and chaftely fporting ;
We kifs'd and promis'd time away,

'Till night fpread her black curtain.
I pitied all beneath the fkies,

Even kings when fhe was nigh me j
In raptures I beheld her eyes,

Which could but ill deny me.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 45

Should I be call'd where cannons roar,

Where mortal fleel may wound me j
Qr caft upon fome foreign fhore,

Where dangers may furround me ;
Yet hopes again to fee my love,

To feaft on glowing kiiTes,
Shall make my care at diftance move,

In profpect of fuch blifles.

In all my foul there's not one place

To let a rival enter ;
Since (he excels in every grace,

In her my love (hall center.
Sooner the feas (hall ceafe to flow,

Their waves the Alps to cover ;
On Greenland's ice (hall rofes grow,

Before t ceafe to love her.

The next time I gang o'er the muir,

She (hall a lover find me ;
And that my faith is firm and pure,

Tho' I left her behind me.
Then Hymen's facred bonds (hall chain

My heart to her fair bofom ;
There, while my being does remain,

My love more frefh (hall blofTom.

46

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXV.

BESSEY BELL AND MARY GRAY.I

I

:S:$Ir^3:$:3=^EH3*3::: -EEEE

0 Bef-fy Bell and Mary Cray they were tiva lonny

a ^i-Sfc

- — i*3- -f j j-'

ffz^TZ^:

laf-fes, they bigg'd a bow'r on yon burn brae, and theek'd
it o'er ivi' rajhes. Fair Bejfey Bell I loo'd ye-flreen.

rL_*_,^_i

and thought I ne'er cou'd alter ; but Mary Gray's twa paw-

ky een they gar my fancy fault er.

Now Beffey's hair's like a lint-tap ;

She fmiles like a May morning,
When Phoebus flarts frae Thetis' lap,

The hills with rays adorning :
White is her neck faft is her hand,

Her waift and feet's fu' genty ;
With ilka grace me can command ;

Her lips, O vow! they're dainty.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 47

And Mary's locks are like a craw,

Her een like diamonds glances :
She's ay fay clean, redd up, and Draw,

She kills whene'er me dances :
Blyth as a kid, with wit at will,

She blooming, tight, and tall is ;
And guides her airs fae gracefu' dill,

O Jove ! file's like thy Pallas.

Dear Beffey Bell and Mary Gray,

Ye unco fair opprefs us;
Our fancies jee between you tway,

Ye are fie bonny laifes :
Waes me ; for baith I canna get,

To ane by law we're flented ;
Then I'll draw cuts and tak my fate.

And be w\th ane contented,

48

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXVI.
EWE-BUGHTS MARION.

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bfc

Will ye go to the eive-bughts Marion, and wear in the

fheep ivi* me? Thefunjhinesfweet my Marion, but nae half

-g-y-— T~r**'~ TS'T~i — rT'iT"""" — "'

-+-\

faefweet as thee.The fun fhines five et my Marion, but nae

half fae fweet as thee.

O Marion's a bonny lafs, .

And the blyth blinks in her ee' ;
And fain wad I marry Marion,

Gin Marion wad marry me.

There's goud in your garters, Marion,

And filk on your white haufs-bane ;
Fu' fain wad I kifs my Marion,

At e'en when I come hame.

I've nine milk ewes, my Marion ;

A cow and a brawny quey,
I'll gi'e them a' to my Marion,

Juft on her bridal day.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 49

And ye's get a green fey apron,

And waftecoat of the London brown,

And vow but ye will be vap'ring,
Whene'er ye gang to the town.

I'm young and flout, my Marion ;

Nane dances like me on the green ;
And gin ye forfake me Marion,

I'll e'en draw up wi' Jean.

Sae put on your pearlins, Marion,

And kyrtle of the cramafie !
And foon as my chin has nae hair on,

I (hall come weft, and fee ye.

G

50

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXVII.
ETRICK BANKS.

On Eirick banks, aefummers night, at gloming when

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7 — T"

~j r
:rs:

the jheep drave hame, I met my lajjle braw and tight,

W3L -

came wading barefoot a' her lane ; my heart grew light, I

"■aUBKlr* *""" *~J^ '1

r<7«, / ^"1" #7 # f#w tffoztf >for /;--/y »£<:£, #;>?</ kifs'd
1 — "1 — P~

and clapped her there fu* lang, my words they were na 1

:s3E^3E^iBi^==IzE:

mony feck. • t

I faid, My laflie, will ye go

To the Highland hills, the Earfe to learn,
I'll baith gi'e thee a cow and ew,

When ye come to the brigg of Earn.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. JI

At Leith auld meal conies in, ne'er faih,

And herring at the Broomielaw ;
Chear up your heart, my bonny lafs,

There's gear to win we never faw.

All day when we have wrought enough,

When winter, frofl and maw begin,
Soon as the fun gaes weft the loch,

At night when ye fit down to fpinr
I'll fcrew my pipes and play a fprjng : '

And thus the weary night we'll end,
Till the tender kid and lamb-time bring

Our pleafant fummer back, again.

Syne when the trees are in their bloom,

And gowans glent o'er ilka field,
I'll meet my lafs amang the broom,

And lead you to my fummer fhield.
Then far frae a' their fcornfu* din,

That make the kindly hearts their fport,
We'll laugh and kifs, and dance and iing,

And gar the langefl day feem fhort.

Gij

S*

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXVIII.
FRIEND AND PITCHER.

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MY~s — R-* — i — P- — — -r~i — \~
i_yzz-Xi-j— x_£ * _fiT-2.

tZ7><? wealthy fool with gold injlore, will JIM defire to

Moderate.

1^8fce

. . grczo richer, give me but thefe, I ajk no more, my charm-

Chorus.

3C.J T~

ing girl, my friend, and pitcher. My friend fo rare, my

B35E^

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£*>/ yo yi?;r, with fuch what mortal can be richer; give

.S:&l:e$~£x

(9\

me but thefc, a fig for care, with my fweet girl, my

§pgip

friend and -pitcher.

From morning fun I'd never grieve
To toil a hedger or a ditcher,

If that when I come home at eve,
I might enjoy my friend and pitcher.
My friend fo rare, &c.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

Tho' fortune ever ftiuns my door,
I know not what can bewitch her ;

With all my heart can I be poor,

With my fweet girl, my friend, and pitcher.
My friend fo rare, tsfc.

SONG XXIX.

MAN MAY ESCAPE.

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Man may efcape from rope or gun, nay fome have out-
lived the doclor's pill ; who takes a woman mvjl be un-
done, that ba--fi--lijk is Jure to kill. The fly that ftps

treacle is left in the fweet ls,fo he that tafles woman, wo-

=fcd=S^z:±=::p:— ^

: — (_

£=Sg;

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WM

man, zcomart, he that tafles woman ruin meets*

54

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXX.

NOW PHGEBUS GILDS.

Recit.

1 • " 4 *|

1±Z±Z±T.±Z£~

Now Phoebus gilds the orient flies, the lark begins the

-* —

lay, the fonorous horn bids fportfmen rife, to hail the new-
-* —

l^ll^E^ggjJE^fe^p

born day: the hounds are out, their chearful notes refouna\

,::£!

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:^:fepp§E^SI

w/?/7(? diftant hills return it all around. O'er hill and

oVr ^/?, over ditches, o'er pale, as fwift as the wind we

E33zB^IEE:

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■«7

pur-fue, as fwift as the wind we pur- fue, the fox or the

K ^ L_ K — KT J S

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>for<?, or the fwift footed deer, no matter what f port is in

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

ter what J "port is in view.

Health waits on the chace,
Paints with blufhes the face,
Spieen and vapours are left in the rear.
The brooks and the floods,
And the deep embrown'd woods,
Delightful around us appear.

To the fports of the field

All others muff yield,
For hunting's of ancient renown ;

Kings and princes, of old,

Have this paftime extoll'd,
Royal hunters have fat on the throne.

Hills and vallies o'erpaft,
Now homeward we hafle,

And our miftrefifes hearty embrace :
New ftrength we obtain,
By our fports on the plain,

For ftrength {till attends on the chace.

Now the bowl comes in view,

Which with glee we puriue,
And thus happily finifh the day :

To the huntrefs divine,

To Diana we join,
While each chorus loudly huzza.

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5<5

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXXI.
THE YOUNG MAN's WISH.

%, / m m * — — "■ j J gg » ri [ ,

Free from the bujile care andflrife, of this fhort va*

rie—ga—ted life, 0 let mefpendmy days in rural fweetnefs,

lilpliiiiiSip^S

with a friend, to whom my mind I may unbend, nor ce?i-

[•Hrg — ^~

MIH

fure heed or praife, nor cenfure heed or praife.

Riches bring cares — I afk not wealth,
Let me enjoy but peace and health,

I envy not the great :
*Tis thefe alone can make me bleft ;
The riches take of eaft and weft,

I claim not thefe or ftate.

Tho* not extravagant nor near,

But through the well fpent checker d year,

I'd have enough to live ;
To drink a bottle with a friend,
Aflift him in diftrefs, ne'er lend.

But rather freely give.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS* S'/

I too would wifh, to fweeten life,
A gentle, kind, good natur'd wife*

Young, fenfible and fair :
One who could love but me alone,
Prefer my cot to e'er a throne,

And foothe my every care.

Thus happy with my wife and friend*
My life I chearfully would fpend,

With no vain thoughts oppreft j
If heav'n has blifs for me in ilore,
O grant me this, I a(k no more^

And I am truly bleft.

H

J 8

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXXII.
THE MATRON'S WISH.

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|iEi^SE*~te^S£

When my locks are grown hoary, and my vifage looks pale,

EES=ga=g

zrizz

when my forehead has wrinkles, and mine eye -fight does fail,

- p |t — ,g^._(l._J — J— « ,— .... J -"—ir

:k- t-:b-

_M_- — ^t — [

may my words and mine aclions be free from all harm, may

Chorus.

I have a goodhufband to keep my back warm. 0 the plea-

pfeE3EEEifejE£E?E3E:ES£E^E

yz/m of youth, they are fow\rs but of May, our life's but

S;E£Ippp£i=EpFSEFi=^Ep3|
3£— — g—Ft — r-i — &*■*-£-- — — £- ^

i? vapour, our bodies but clay, yet let me live well, iho' I

rES zj^e: — c

££=£:1=:|:J:

//<os? but a day.

With a ferrnon on Sunday, and a Bible of good print j
"With a pot on the fire, and good viands in't >

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 59

With ale, beer, and brandy, both winter and fummer,
To drink to my goffip^ and be pledg'd by my cummer.
The pleafures of, SsV.

With pigs and with poultry, and fome money in {tore
To purchafe the needful, and to give to the poor j
With a bottle of Canary, to fip without fin,
And to comfort my daughter whene'er fhe lies in.
The pleafures of, &c.

With a bed fqft and eafy to reft on at night,
With a maid in the morning to rife with the light.,
To do her work neatly, and obey my defire,
To make the houie clean, and blow up the fire.
The pleafures of, &c.

With health and content, and a good eafy chair ;
With a (hick hood and mantle, when I ride on my mare,
Let me dwell near my cupboard, and far from my foes,
With a pair of glafs eyes to clap on my nofe.
The pleafures of, E$V.

And when I am dead, with a figh let them fay,
Our honeft old cummer's now laid in the clay :
When young, (lie was cheariul, no fcold, nor no whore 9
She affifted her neighbours, and gave to the poor.
Tho' the flow V of her youth in her age did decay %
Tho' her life like a vapour evanijtid away,
She liv'd well and happy unto her lajl day.

Hii

6o

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXXIII.
THE VICAR AND MOSES.

i N . ft N S _K N

At the fign of the horfe, old Spintext of eourfe, each

X=p=X=p^=^£X

f-F-f-F-f

#/gZtf foe/? his pipe arid his pot, o'er a jorum of nappy , quite

M N-JS—fc ^ £>>*> 4 __

j-'" — •~^~2^~ — •* — r~ — ' t'x^tZ l — ® — i^ —

*fll

pleafant and happy ;, was placed this canonical fot, To!

si

J* r<?/ *& re/ ii dol di del.

The evening was dark, when in came the clerk,

With reverence due and fubmiffion ;
Firft ftrok't his cravat, then twirl'd round his hat,

And bowing, preferr'd his petition.

I'm come, Sir, fays he, to beg, look d'ye fee,

Of your reverend worfhip and glory,
To inter a poor baby, with as much fpeed as may bes

And I'll walk with thelanthorn before you.

The body we'll bury, but pray where's the hurry ?

Why Lord, Sir, the corpfe it does ftay :
You fool hold your peace, fmce miracles ceafe,

A corpfe, Mofes, can't run away.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 6l

Then Mofes he fmil'd, faying, Sir, a finall child

Cannot long delay your intentions ;
Why that's true, by St Paul, a child that is fmall,

Can never enlarge it's dimenfions.

Bring Mofes fome beer, and bring me fome, d'ye hear,

I hate to be call'd from my liquor :
Come, Mofes, the King, 'tis a fcandalous thing,

Such a fubject mould be but a Vicar.

Then Mofes he fpoke, Sir 'tis pail twelve o'clock,

Befides there's a terrible fhower ;
Why Mofes, you elf, fince the clock has ftruck twelve,

I'm fure it can never 'flrike more.

Befide3, my dear friend, this leffon attend,

Which to fay and to fwear I'll be bold,
That the corpfe, fnow or rain, canYendanger, that's plain;

But perhaps you or I may take cold.

Then Mofes went on, Sir the clock has flruck one,

Pray Matter look up at the hand ;
Why it ne'er can flrike Ids, 'tis a folly to prefs

A man for to go that can't (land.

' At length, hat and cloak old Orthodox took,

But cram'd his jaw with a quid ;
Each tipt off a gill, for fear they fhould chill,
And then fiagger'd away fide by fide.

When come to the grave, the clerk hum'd a flave,
Whilft the furplice was wrapt round the Prieft ;

Where fo droll was the figure of Mofes and Vicar,
That the parifh ftill talk of the jeft.

Good people, let's pray, put the corpfe t'other way,

Or perchance I mall over it Humble ;
RTis bell to take care, tho' the fages declare,

A. mortuum caput can't tremble.

62 CALLIOPE 1 OR TttE

Woman that's born of a man, that's wrong, the leaf's torn;

A man, that is born of a woman,
Can't continue an hour, but is cut down like a fiow'r ;

You fee, Mofes, death fpareth no man.

Here, Mofes, do look, what a confounded book,

Sure the letters are turn'd upfide down.
Such a fcandalous print, fure the devil is in't,

That this Bafeet mould print for the Crown.

Prithee, Mofes, you read, for I cannot proceed,

And bury the corpfe in my fte;ad.
(Amen. Amen.)
Why, Mofes, you're wrong, pray hold ftiil your tongue,

You've taken the tail for the head.

O where's thy fting, Death ! put the corpfe in the earth,

For, believe me, 'tis terrible weather.
So the corpfe was interr'd, without praying a word,

And away they both Itagger'd together,
Singing Tol de rol de rol ti del di doL

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

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SONG XXXIV.
SWEET ENGAGER.

azzst

Siveet en-ga-ger of my heart, gentle as the zephyr's

_Jj- J_fI-3_ _£_□ -j f -j_^SR.^.{Z-_pZf -jZ^-^TJZZZZt .
•wing, Na-ture's beauty void of art, hear me

:±:^szaETzpzz:

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.! — c^l — •-!»»

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while thy praife I fing, hear me while thy praife

to

^Tfb^:h?;&sii:-«:i|zzT:zr3T-:

z:zzjtjziiz^zz^_x_zz:z^;^zi^z^z^x^zdfc
/ jfeg, ^<?£>" wiff «$*& /^y praife J Jing,

If I call the lilly fair,

If the rofe can (bed perfume,
The liliies on thy bofom are,

And the rofe is in thy bloom.

Beauty and good-humour too,

Senfe and reafon to thy aid 5
Ever kind and eve!* true,

Polly is a lovely maid,

64

CALLIOPE ! OR THE

SONG XXXV.
CLUB YOUR FIRELOCKS.

Club your firelocks, my lads, let Us march to the coafls,

§HppillilgliH

to try whether Monfieur ivilljlick to his boa/Is, for Par-

:^rz|r^fc:^ijz^z£±fe|^-^

blew! he cries, me cuill Britain invade, but Monfieur

deals largely, deals largely, deals largely, but Monfieur

■^-\

7.17,17. k^3

deals largely, andfibbing's his trade, but Moyifieur deals

largely, deals largely, deals largely, but Monfieur deals

-=H

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largely, and fibbing s his trade*

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 65

What flgnifi.es all this confufion and pother,

Their routs and their marches from one place to to'ther,

Their tranfports to carry, their navies to fight

When learnt they that Frenchmen bold Britons could fright.

We'll remind them (if haply their mem'ries are bad)
What drubbings and drefsings they formerly had,
When Britain's rous'd Lion ftretch'd forth his flrong paw,
To the Gallic Baboon he could always give law.

Can ye Frenchmen forget (frill as friends we'll addrefs ye)
The balling ye got at Poictiers and Crefsy ?
But mould ye reject this as quite an old llory,
The fall of laft war is flill recent before ye.

Crofs quickly the channel ! why all this delay,

We long to return you the vifit you pay,

In us you will find of politenefs no lack,

Will receive you fo well that you'll never go back.

What tho' the dull Spaniard has join'd the French friikerSj
His Donfhip will find we can pull his grave whilkers:
The Havannah we'll put in our pockets again,
And blow both the Bourbons quite out of the main.

I

66

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXXVI.
RALPH AND SUE.

s-q^^-£—'£~ g=r:g==g=£|^=z «bz[Ezz^zz: !

Leave neighbours your work, and to /port and to play;

iIEIgZZ jBZZplZZZ

let the tabor Jlr ike up and the village be gay, let the ta-
borjirike up and the village be gay :. no day through the

yearfliall more chearful be feen, for Ralph of the mill

marries Sue of the green, for Ralph of the mill marries

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Sue of the green. I love Sue, and Sue loves me, ana\

p £HSEE± — 3 _.:±::

Eg

while the wind blows, and while the mill goes, who'll
befo happy, fo happy as we?

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 6j

Let lords and fine folks, who for wealth take a bride,
Be marry'd to-day, and to-morrow be cloy'd :
My body is flout, and my heart is as found,
And my love, like my courage, will never give ground.
I love Sue, £sV.

Let ladies of fafhion the beft jointures wed,
And prudently take the belt bidders to bed ;
Such figning and fealing's no part of our blifs,
We fettle our hearts, and we feal with a-kifs.
I love Sue, &V.

Tho' Ralph is not courtly, nor none of your beans,
Nor bounces, nor flatters, nor wears your fine cloches,
In nothing he'll follow the folks of high life,
Nor e'er turn his back on his friend, or his wife.
I love Ralph, SsV.

While thus I am able to work at my mill,
While thus thou art kind, and thy tongue but lies ftill,
Our joys fhall continue, and ever be new,
And none be fo happy as Ralph and his Sue.
I love Sue, &c.

68

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXXVII.
WHEN MORN HER SWEETS.

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When morn her fweets floallfirji unfold ', and paint the

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flee—cy clouds with gold, on tuft—ed green 0 let

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me play, and welcome up the jo — cund day. Wakyd

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by the gen-tle voice of 'love, a-rife my fair, a-rife
and prove the dear delights fond lovers know, the bejl of

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blejfmgs here be-low, the befl of blejfings here be-low.

To fome clear river's verdant fide,
Do thou my happy footfteps guide ;
In concert with the purling ftream,
We'll ling, and love fhall be the theme :

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. $Q

E'er night aifumes her gloomy reign,
When fhadows lengthen o'er the plain ;
We'll to the myrtle grove repair,
For peace and pleafure wait us there.

The laughing god there keeps his court,
And little loves inceflant fport ;
Around the winning graces wait,
And calm contentment guards the feat.
There loft in extafies of joy,
While tenderelt fcenes our thoughts employ.
We'll blefs the hour our loves begun.
The happy moment made us one.

7"o

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXXVIII.
HARK THE HORN.

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Hark the horn from the valley how lively it peals, and

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gl'iE^'fE'

beats from the caverns around to the hills, howfweetly

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^/(?<?j Echo repeat her own mocks, how melting the mur-

SeS

f \:1?\i rf

w«r fjtaf <#&r jw /£? roc^j. £W£ tfote « tf warning to

join the career, each note is a warning to join the ca-

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reer, and a fignal inviting the fun to appear, eacfy

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p¥*

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fgnal inviting the fun to appear.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 71

Behold in the eaft, the clouds fever'd with light,
How glorious the profpecl: that bunts on the fight ;
A tumult of gladnefs play? round the warm heart,
And the fpirit of extacy throbs in each part ;
The air courts the fenfe as it fleals o'er the field,
Enrich'd with the fragrance the rofe-thickets yield.

On his rooft the fhrill cock, early herald of morn,
Flaps his wings and proclaims the fun's welcome return.
The lark mounting fings, and the fweet-warbling thrulh
Her dulcet fong carols from low hawthorn bufh :
For the op'ning the courfes impatiently pant,
And the deep-fcented hound lungs the onfet to chant.

But fee from his covert, the fox flowly creep,

And (leal leering backward along the woods fteep.

That holla proclaims him difcover'd ! he fees

Flight's the refuge remaining, and runs with the breeze :

Away in purfuit ! — we'll his veft'ages trace

And mix with the clamours that chorus the chace.

72

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXXIX.
AH WHY MUST WORDS.

£25

^/6 ic^y /«^/? words my flame reveal, what needs my

r-dJ-^-F-h--

mi

Damon bid me tell what all my aclions prove, what all
my adions prove. A blv.fo whene'er I meet his eye,

^£t &*#->£+*

whene'er I hear his na?ne a Jigh betrays my fecret love,

&&*

- - be* — trays my fecret love.

In all their fports upon the plain
My eyes ftill fix'd on him remain.

And him alone approve ;
The reft unheeded, dance or play,
He Reals from all my praife away,

And can he doubt my love.

Whene'er we meet my looks confefs

The pleafures which my foul poffefs,

And all it's cares remove.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 73

Still, ftill too fhort appears his flay,
I frame excufes for delay,

Can this be ought but love ?

Does any fpeak in Damon's praife,
How pleas'd am I with all he fays,

And ev'ry word approve ;
Is he defam'd, tho' but in jeft,
I feel refentment fire my breaft,

Alas, becaufe I love.

But O what tortures tear my heart,
When I fufpeft his looks impart,

The leaft defire to rove.
I hate the maid who gives me pain,
Yet him 1 ftrive to hate in vain,

For ah ! that hate is love.

Then afk not words but read my eyes,
Believe my blufhes, truft my fighs,

All thefe my paffion prove :
Words may deceive, may fpring from art,
But the true language of my heart

To Damon muft be love.

K.

74 ' CALLIOPE : OK TH£

SONG XL.

COME ROUSE BROTHER SPORTSMAN.

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Come rcufc brother fpcrtf man, the hunters all cry> we've

got aflrongfceni and a favouring fky , we've got d-fcrong

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[cent, -we've got a jtrongj cent ;-ive* 've got aftremgfeent
and a favouring fty. The horn's fprightly notes, and the.

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lark's early fong ivul chide the dull fportfmn for fleet ^>

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will

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chide the dull fportfman for fieeping fo long^will chide

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ftfe dull fportfman for Jleepbig fo long.

VQCAL ENCHANTRESS. 7.5

Bright Phcebus has fhewn us the glimpfe of his face,
Peep'd in at our windows, and cail'd to the chace,
He foon will be up, for "his dawn wears away,
And makes the fields bluili with the beams ofuis ray.

Sweet Molly may teazeyou'perhaps to lie down,

And if you refufe her perhaps me may frown,

But tell her fweet love mull to hunting give place,

For as well as- her charms,- there are charms m the chace.

Look yonder, look yonder, old Reynard I fpy,
At his brum nimbly follows brifk Chanter and Fly,
They feize on their prey, fee his eye-balls they roll,
We're in at the death, now return to the bowl.

There we'll fill up our glarTes, and to all to the King.
From a bumper frem loyalty ever will fpring,
To -George peace and glory may heaven difpenfe,
And tox hunters flourim a thoufand years, hence.

K ij

7*>

calliope: or the

SONG XLI.
THE LASS OF PEATIE's MILL.

27?<f Az/r c/1 Peatie's mill fo bonny blyth and

gay, in jplte of all my fkill, hathjlole my heart

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tfwtfy. JFi^H tedding of the hay, bare-head-ed on

the green love midfl her locks did play, and wan-ton' d

in her een.

Her arms, white, round, and fmooth ;

Breads riling in their dawn ;
To age it would give youth,

To prefs them with his hand.
Through all my fpirits ran

An extafy of blifs,
When I fuch fweetnefs fand,

Wrapt in a balmy kifs.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. JJ.

Without the help of art,

Like flow'rs which grace the wild,.
Her fweets fhe did impart,

Whenever fhe fpoke or fmiPd
Her1 looks, they were fo mild,

Free from affected pride,
She me to love beguil'd ; ^

' I wifh'd her for my bride.

O ! had I all that wealth

Hoptouns high mountains fill,
In fur'd long life and health,

And pleafure at my will ;
I'd promife, and fulfil,

That none but bonny (he,
The lafs of Peatie's mill,

Should (hare the fame with me.

7»

■CALLIOPE ; OR TR£

SONG XLII.
AWAY TO THE FIELD.

— .. — <*». _ _

^stftfjr ta the field fee the morning looks grey, andfweet-
/y be-dapled forebodes a fine day, the hounds are all

-__^ — ---

<?tfg<?r the f port to embrace, and carol aloud to be led to

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fir chace, and carol aloud to he led to the chace. Then

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iftp=

ss

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_^ — > — ^M — | *> X_^_.^__^J — I ^~L-««*i ^r—

hark in the morn to the call of the horn, and join with

the jo — vial crew, while the feafon invites with all

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it's delights, the health-giving chace to pitrfue.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 79

How charming the fight, when Aurora firft dawns,
To fee the bright bejigjes fpreatLovcr -the lawns j.
To welcome the fun, now returning from reft,
There mattins'Yif^fcihant as- they merrily queft.'
Then h<itk in the morn, SsV. _

ButT>h ! how each bolom wiifUranfpsrt it fills,
To'fbrr juH as PhcerJlfs pefe^".eyer the hills j
While joyoa.<r from'v-aJl*)* to va-llef" 'refbunds- v

;

how. the brave hunters-withi, courage. elate, •
Fly hedges and ditcnes, or top the barr'd gate ; "
l'orne 5y their bold courfers, ao- danger they.&aj,^".
-fi^L give to the v/;nd^ all vexati6;l and care.
Then havli'in the morn, ."£**.

Ou

. I 3 . . r I •

I e cits for the chace/quit trie joys or the town, '
A^dXconi-lii^duILpieafureoE.fle^iiiig in dowrr-
Uncertain ywar toil, or tor honour, or wealth,
s ffill U repaid with con; cement and hea&hT"

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8o

■ CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XLIII.
THE BLUSH OF AURORA.

The blvfh of Au-ro-ra now tinges the fiiom, and dew-

-n ~^S /^*" CN_ ~N y>~-

mmmm

drop be-fpangle the fweet fcented thorn; then found bra-
's J""^ , -imm £ — ~~^

ther fportfr.ian found ', found the gay horn, till Phoebus a-

r^ft-j8-- f^T"P2TP'T"fl ~~

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wakens the day^ till Phoebus a— wakens the day : and fee

— s Sym.

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fcCTo he rifes! infplendor how bright! 10 Pe an!

Sym.

for Phoebus, for Phoebus the god

10 Pean

of delight, all glorious in beauty now ba-nifh-es night :

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 8l

then mount, boys, to horfe and away, to horfe and a— way.

to horfe and away, a — way

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then

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mount boys, then mount boys, then mount boys, then mount

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boys, then mount boys, to horfe and away.

What raptures can equal the joys of the chace !
Health, bloom, and contentment appear in each face,
And in our fwift courfers what beauty and grace,

While we the fleet flag do purfue ;

While we, &c.
At the deep and harmonious fweet cry of the hounds,
Wing'd by terror, wing'd by terror,
Wing'd by terror, he burfls from the forefi's wide bounds*
And tho' like the lightening he darts o'er the grounds,

Yet ftill, boys, we keep him in view.
We keep him in view, we keep him in view, in view,
And tho' like the lighting, fcrV.

L

8-2 CALLIOPE: OR THE

When chac'd till quite fpent, he his life does refign,
Our viclim we'll offer at Bacchus's fhrine ;
And revel in honour of Nimrod divine,

That hunter fo mighty of fame,

That hunter, £sV.
Our glafles then charge to our country and king,
Love and beauty ; love and beauty ;
Love and beauty we'll fill to, and jovially fmg ;
Wifhing health and fuccefs, till we make the houfe ring,

To all fportfmen and fons of the game.
And fons of the game ; and fons of the game ; the game J
Wifhing health and fuccefs. &c.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

•*3

SONG XLIV.
THEBLATHRIEO'T.

JF/3?/: / /y^i/2/% o« //6/j war id's pelf, and the little wl*

jhare I have o't to my/elf, and how the lafs thai wants it

— ^J-kg_|^ — tf ^ K_J te? — ^ — 1 — jj. _£^.-^_j

/^ #/ /£<? lads for got y may the foame fa' the gear and the

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blaihrie o't.

Jockie. was the laddie that held the pleuiih,
But now he's got gowd and gear eneugri ,
He chinks nae mair of me that wears the plaiden coat j
May the fhame, &£.

Jenny was the laiTie that mucked the byre.
But now me is clad in her iilken attire,
And Jockie fays he loes her, and fwears he's mc forgoj;
May the (hame, &c*

But ail this (hall never danton me,
Sae lang as I keep my fancy free :

For the lad that's fae inconftunt, he is aot worth a groatj
May the flume. &V.

u

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XLV.
THE BRAES OF YARROW.

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The fun jujl glancing through the trees, gave light and

k^ '

y<?y to ilk— a grove, and pleafure in eachfouthern breeze
a-wakend hope and flumb' ring love. When "Jenny Jung

with hearty glee to charm her winfome marrow my bon-
ny laddie, gang w? me, my bonny laddie, gang wi* m;,

•we'll o'er the braes of Tarrow, my bonny laddie, gang

', we'll e'er the braes of Tarrow, we'll o'er the')

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wi me

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VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

braes of Tarrow, we'll o'er the braes of Yarrow, my

bonny laddie gang wi' me, we'll o'er the braes of

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Yarrow,

Young Sandy was the blytheft fwain
That ever pip'd on bonny brae ;
Nae lafs could ken him free f ae pain,
Sae graceful, kind, fae fair and gay.
And Jenny fung, &c.

He kifs'd and lov'd the bonny maid,
Her fparkling een had won his heart,
No lafs the youth had e'er betray'd :
No fear had me, the lad no art.
And Jenny fung, Itfc*

86

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XLVI.
EVERY MAN TAKE HIS GLASS.

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£i;Vy man take his glafs in his hand, and drink a good

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|Szz^zSEz|z^zE^£z^ESzzHEzt;

health to our king: many years may he ride o'er this land;

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w^y his laurels for ever freJJj fpring, let wrangling and]

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jangling fir aighivjay cecfe ; let every man fir ive for his

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country's peace; neither tory nor 'whig, with their par-

ties look big : here's a health to all honcft men.

'Tis not owning a whimfical name

That proves a man loyal and jufl :
Let him fight for his country's fame;

Be impartial at home, if in truft.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. §7

J,,Tis this that proves him an honeft foul :
His health we'll drink in a brim-full bowl.

Then let's leave off debate,

No confufion create ;
Here's a health to all honeft men.

When a company's honeftly met,

With intent to be merry and gay,
Their drooping fpirits to whet>

And drown the fatigues of the day —
What madnefs is it thus to difpute,
When neither fide can his man confute ?
When you've faid what you dare,
You're but juft where you were.
Here's a health to all honeft men.

Then agree, ye true Britons, agree,

And ne'er quarrel about a nick-name 5
Let your enemies trembling fee

That a Briton is always the fame.
For our king our laws, our church, our right.
Let's lay by all feuds, and ftraight imite :
Then who need care a fig
Who's a tory or a whig ?
Here's a health to all honeft men,

88

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XLVIL
NOBODY.

-_£nl____Nk fc-.A-^.f. :

3: ~ ::££S3:£ H5

If to force me tojing, it be your intention, fome one I

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will bint at, yet nobody mention, nobody you* II cry, pjhaw,
that mujl be Jluff, at finging I'm no-bo -dy, that's the

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Jirji proof. No, no-bo-dy, no, no-bo-dy, no-bo-dy, nobody,

;-*"pr~-.'f'""^~Tf~~" : : ~~~~" —

nobody \ no.

Nobody's a name every body will own,
When fometMng they ought to be afham'd of have done ;
'Tis a name well applied to old maids and young beaus,
What they were intended for nobody knows.
No, nobody, SsV.

If negligent, fervants fhould china-plate crack,
The fault is (till laid on poor nobody's back ;
If accidents happen at home or abroad,
When nobody's blam'd for it, is not that odd ?
No, nobody, istc.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 89

Nobody can tell you the tricks that are play'd,
When nobody's by, betwixt matter and maid :
She gently crys out, Sir, there'll fome body hear us.
He foftly replies, my dear, no body's near us.
No, no body, &c.

But big with child proving, {he's quickly difcarded,
When favours are granted, nobody's rewarded ;
And when (he's examined, crys, mortals, forbid it,
If I'm got with child, it was nobody did it.
No, nobody, &c.

When by ftealtb, the gallant, the wanton wife leaves.,
The hufband's anrighten'd, and thinks it is thieves ;
He roufes himf^lf, and crys loudlv Wfio'* there ?
The wife pats his cheek, and fays, nobody, dear.
No, nobody, &c*

Enough now of nobody, fure has been fung,
Since nobody's mention'd, nor nobody's wrong'd 5
I hope for free lpeaking, 1 may not be blaai'd,
Since noboHy's injur'd, nor nobody's nam'd.
No, nobody, &c.

M

9©

CALLIOPE: OR THB

B:

SONG XLVIII.
HAPPY DICK.

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Whence comes it, neighbour Dick, that you with youth

uncommon, haveferved the girls this tri

ck andiveded an old wo — man,

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Happy Dick !

Each belle condemns the choice
Of a youth fo gay and fprightly ;

But we, your friends, rejoice,
That you have judg'd fo rightly :

Happy Dick !

Though odd to fome it founds,
That on threefcore you ventur'd,

Yet in ten thoufand pounds

Ten thoufand charms are center'd

Happy Dick !

Beauty, we know, will fade,
As doth the ihort liv'd hour \

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 91

Nor can the faireft maid

Infure her bloom an hour :
Happy Dick !

Then wifely you refign,

For fixty, charms fo tranfient ;
As the curious value coin

The more for being ancient :
Happy Dick !

With joy your fpoufe fhali fee

The fading beauties round her,
And (he herfelf ftill be

The fame that firft you found her :
Happy Dick !

Oft is the married ftate

With jealoufies attended ;
And hence, through foul debate,

Are nuptial joys fufpended :
Happy Dick !

But you, with fuch a wife,

No jealous fears are under j
She's yours alone for life,

Or much we all (hall wonder :
Happy Dick !

Her death would grieve you fore,

But let not that torment you ;
My life fhe'll fee fourfcore,

If that will but content you:
Happy Dickl

On this you may rely,

For the pains you took to win her?
She'll ne'er in child-bed die,

Unlefs the d — >i's in her :
Happy Dick!

M 2

92 CALLIOPE : OR THE

So*ne have the name of hell

1 o m trimony given :
How falfely you can tell,

Who rind it fuch a heaven :
Happy Dick !

With you each day and nifht

Is crown 'd with joy and gladnefs ;

W'ule envious virgins tits

Their heated fheets for madnefs :
Happy Dick !

With fpoufe lon£ fhare the blifs
Y'had mifs'd in any other ;

An ' when you've bury'd this,
May )ou have fuch another :

Happy bick!

Obferving hence, by you,
In marriage fiich decorum,

Our wifer youth mail do

As you h ve done before 'em :

Happy Dick !

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

93

SONG XLIX.
HOW STANDS THE GLASS AROUND?

■*

How flands the glafs around? for Jloame! ye take no care

' ^ j j:H? r r

my boys, how Jiands the glafs around? let mirth and wine

\ "1*11 ir-ll-f'l^^r^T^r .+r-r fr frf

.: 4~ jigci: j Juzt ~| — r~gr~ — r-F~P"rr — r~ — [~ ut

# — bound. The trum—pets found, the colours they are
_« _•.• « . ^ .

__^ _.| - . __ _ — .

flying, boys, to fight, kill, or wound, may weflill be found
JS ' _ ,r —

content with our hard fate, my boys, on the cold ground.

:inr-

"Why, foldiers, why,
Shou'd we be melancholy, boys ?

Why, foldiers, why ?

Whofe bufinefs 'tis to "die!

What, fighing ? fie !
Don*! fear, drink on, be jolly, boys !

*Tis he, you, or I !

Cold, hot, wet, or dry,
We're always bound to follow, boys,

And fcorn to fly !

94 CALLIOPE : OR THE

'Tis but in vain, —
I mean not to upbraid you, boys,—

'Tis but in vain

For foldiers to complain,

Should next campaign
Send us to him who made us, boys.

We're face from pain !

But if we remain,
A bottle and kind landlady

Cure all again.

SONG L.

FIDELE's TOMB.

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ak£±±3

To fair Fi—de—le's glaf-fy tomb/oft maids and village

i*SEfcfeE§

ffrff rl^f f t Tp rT

llli

hinds Jhall bring each opening fweet of earliejl bloom,

Bi^EIE=ES

and ri—fle all the breath-ing fpring.

No wailing ghofl mail dare appear,
To vex with fhrieks this quiet grove ;

But fhepherd lads afiemble here,
And tender virgins own their love.

No witjier'd witch mail here be feen,
No goblins lead their nightly crew ;

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 95

But female fays (hall haunt the green,
And deck thy grave with pearly dew.

The red-breaft oft at evening hours.

Shall kindly lend it's little aid,
With hoary mofs and gather'd ilow'rs,

To deck the ground where thou art laid,

When howling winds and beating rain,

In tempeft fhake the Sylvian cell,
Or midit the chace upon the plain,

The tender thought on thee (hall dwell.

Each lonely fcene fhall thee reftore,

For thee the tear be daily ihed.
Belov'd till life could charm no more,

And mourn* d till pity's felf is dead*

96

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LI.
DONNEL AND FLORA.

^r~ —9 m~~* / ' " "•>. "

When merry hearts were gay, carelefs of ought but play,
poor Flora Jlipt away , fad* ning to Mora, loofe flow* d he\

-*-

coal-black hair, quick beav*d her bofom bare, and thus

to the troubled air foe vented her farrow.

" Loud howls the northern blaft,
" Bleak is the dreary wafle ;—
" Hafte then, O Donnel halte,

" Hafte to thy Flora.
" Twice twelve long months are o'er,
" Since in a1 foreign more,
" You promis'd to fight no more,

" But meet me in Mora.
" Where now is Donnel dear ?
" Maids cry with taunting fneer,
•* Say, is he (till fmcere

To his lov'd Flora,.
" Parents upbraid my moan,
'• Each heart is turn'd to ftone —
" Ah Flora ! thou'rt now alone,

" Friendlefs in Mora.

Come, then, O come away,
Donnel no longer flay j

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, 97

tt Where can my rover flray

" From his dear Flora.
" Ah fure he ne'er could b«
" Falfe to his vows to me,
'* O heav'n, is not yonder he

" Bounding in Mora."

" Never, O wretched fair,"
(Sigh'd the fad meffenger)
" Never fhall Donnel mair

" Meet his lov'd Flora.
" Cold, cold beyond the main
" Donnel thy love lies flain ;
{£ He fent me to foothe thy pain

" Weeping in Mora.

" Well fought our gallant men,
" Headed by brave Burgoyne ;
" Our heroes were thrice led on

" To Britifli glory.
£C But ah ! tho' our foes did flee,
sc Sad was the lofs to thee,
" While every frefli victory

" Drown'd us in farrow."

" Here, take this trufty blade,"
(Donnel expiring, faid)
" Give it to yon dear maid

" Weeping in Mora.
" Tell her, O Allan, tell,
" Donnel thus bravely fell,
^ And that in his laft farewell,

" He thought on his Flora."

Mute flood the trembling fair,
Speechlefs with wild defpair,
Then flriking her bofom bare,

Sigh'd out " Poor Flora !
P Oh Donnel ! O welladay !"
Wus all the fond heart could fay:
At length the found died away,

Feebly iu Mora.

N

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93

CALLIOPE : OR THE

3E

SONG LII.
THE BANKS OF THE DEE.

"Twas fummer andfoftly the breezes were blowing, and \\
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fweeily the nightingale Jung from the tree, at the foot of

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# rori where the river was flowing, I fat my f elf down

■f=f

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:£

o;j ^ />#;z/fo 0/" /i>f Zfo?. Flow on lovely Dee, flow on
thou fweet river, thy banks, purefl flream foall be dear U

— 3--J=j--7t-F— £~~ r~

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fl?£ ever; for there Ifirfi gain'd the affeftion and favoiMt

faiJSgs

T:±-HEF

cf fa"iie the glory and bride of the Dee,

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VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 99

■But now he's gone from me, and left me thus mourning,
■To quell the proud rebels for valiant is he;
ft\.nd ah! there's no hopes of his fpeedy returning,
■To wander again on the Banks of the Dee.
■ie's gone, haplefs youth! o'er the loud roaring billows ;
The kinded and fweeteft of all the gay fellows ;
And left me to dray 'mongfl the once loved willows,
The lonelied maid on the banks of the Dee.

But time and my prayers, may perhaps yet redore him,
■led peace may redore my dear fnepherd to me;
And when he returns, with fuch care I'll watch o'er him;
He never mall leave the fweet Banks of the Dee.
The Dee then (hall flow, all it's beauties difplaying;
The lambs on it's banks (hall again be feen playing j
While I, with my Jamie, am carelefsly (fraying,
And tafting again all the fwcets of the Dee.

ADDITIONS BY A LADY.

THUS fung the fair maid on the banks of the river,
And fweetly re-echo'd each neighbouring tree ;

ut now all thefe hopes mud evanifh for ever,
Since Jamie ihall ne'er fee the Banks of the Dee.
On a foreign more the fweet youth lay dying,
In a foreign grave his body's now lying ;
While friends and acquaintance in Scotland are crying
For Jamie the glory and pride of the Dee.

Mis-hap on the hand by whom he was wounded ;
Vlis-hap on the wars that call'd him away
From a circle of friend.; by which he was furrounded,
Who mourn for dear Jamie the tedious day.
Oh! poor haplefs maid, who mourns difcontented,
The lofs of a lover fo juftly lamented ;
By time, only time, can her grief be contented,
And all her dull hours become chearful and gay-

N 2

IOQ CALLIOPE: OR THE

'Twas honour and bravery made him leave her mourning,
From unjuft rebellion his country to free ;
He left her, in hopes of his fpeedy returning
To wander again on the Banks of the Dee.
For this he defpifed all dangers and perils ;
'Twas thus he efpoufed Britannia's quarrels,
That when he came home he might crown her with laurels,
The happieft maid on the Banks of the Dee.

But fate had determin'd his fall to be glorious,
Though dreadful the thought muft be unto me;
He fell like brave Wolf where the troops were vi&oriouSj
Sure each tender heart mufl bewail the decree:
Yet, though he is gone, the once faithful lover,
And all our fine fchemes of true happinefs over,
No doubt he implored his pity and favour
For me he had left on the Banks of the Dee.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS,

lOI

SONG LIII.
SONGS OF SHEPHERDS.

Not too fall

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Songs ofjhepherds in rujlical roundelays, form,d in fan-

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cy, and whiflTd on reeds, fung to folace young nymphs

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upon holidays, are too unworthy for wonderful deeds

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f"f~mi~?~ — w — a~^ — y — & — rp~ * —

Sottifh Silenus to Phoebus the genius wasfent by dame

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Venus,afong to prepare, inphrafe nicely coined, and verfe

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^rwite rejirtd) how theftates divine hunted the hare.

Stars quite tired with paftimes Glympical,
Stars and planets that beautiful (hone,

Could no longer endure that men only fhould
Revel in pleafures, and they but look on.

Round about horned Lucina they fwarmed,
And quickly inform'd her how minded they wercs

102 CALLIOPE : OR THE

Each pod and goddefs to take human bodies,
As lords and ladies to follow the hare.

Chafte Diana applauded the motion,

And pale Proferpina fat down in her place,
To guide the welkin, and govern the ocean,

While Dian conducted her nephews in chace.
By her example, their father to trample,

The earth old and ample, they foon leave the air :
Neptune the water, and wine Liber pater.

And Mars the flaughter, to follow the hare.

Young god Cupid was mounted on Pegau_ .

Borrow'd o' the mufes with kifTes and f>raye?s ;
Stern Alcides upon cloudy Caucafus

Mounted a centaur that proudly him beirs.
The poftilion of the iky, light-heeled fir Mercury,

Made his fwift courfer fly fleet as the air ;
While tuneful Apollo the paftime did follow,

To whoop and to hollow, boys, after the hare.

Drowned Narciflfus, from his metamorphofis

Rous'd by Echo, new manhood did take.
Snoring Somnus updarted from Cim'ries :

Before for a thoufand years he did not wake.
There was lame club-footed Mulciber booted ;

And Pan, too, promoted on Corydon's mare,
^lolus flouted ; with mirth Momus fhouted ;

While wife Pallas pouted, yet follow'd the hare.

Grave Hymen ufhers in lady Aftrea.

The humour took hold of Latona the cold.
Ceres the brown, too, with bright Cytherea,

And Thetis the wanton, Bellona the bold j
Shamefac'd Aurora, with witty Pandora,

And Maria with Flora did company bear;
But Juno was dated too high to be mated,

Although, Sir, me hated not hunting the hare,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

i°3

Three brown bowls of Olympical ne&ar

The Troy-born boy now prefents on his knee ;
Jove to Phoebus now caroufes in nectar,

And Phoe us to Hermes, and Hermes to me:
Wherewith infufed, 1 piped and mufed,

In language unufed, their fports to declare,
Till the vaft houfe of Jove like the bright fpheres did move,

Here's a health, then, to all that love hunting the hare.

SONG LIV.
SINCE THERE'S SO SMALL DIFFERENCE,

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Since there' 's fo fmall difference 'twixt drowning and ,
drinking, 'we'll tipple and pray too, like mariners finking.
While they drink fait water, we'll pledge them in wine, and

Chorus.

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pay our devotion at Bacchus' s forine. Oh! Bacchus, great

B.„^_=- 'f\i ifiyf

Bacchus, for ever defend us, and plentiful fore of good.

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CALLIOPE I OX Tilt

SONG LV.

DO YOU HEAR BROTHER SPORTSMAN,

Z)o j}'(?a /Wr brother fportf nan, the found cf the hor?u

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your fenfes, cind e'er It be morn, with me thefweet me-lo-dy

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VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

fo=3&i=^^

■and chace the fan ft hare till he dies*, and chace the fiuift

hF-

bare ill! he dies*

Then faddle yoiif {leed, to the meadows and fields,

Both willing and joyous repair ;
No paftime in life greater happinefs yields* ^
Than chacing the fox or the hare.
Such comforts my friend,
On the fportfman attend,
No pleafure like hunting is found 5
For when it is o'er,
As brifk as before,
Next morning we fpurn up the ground.

io6

CALLIOPH : OR THJ

SONG LVI.

FAL DE RAL TIT.

'Twas 1 learnt a pretty fong in France, and J brought it

o'er the fea by chance ; and then in Wapping 1 did dance.

Oh the like was never feen, for I made the mufic had for

S-P--F-

4

to play, all for to pafs the dull hours away, and when I
Er~~^r~~ I J~*"~ " r ~ i* P~~(&~r - I _~rEII ~~j_ __ fflL~~g[Zl~ 0. -~ ' ' "
had nothing left for to fay, then Ifung Fal de ral tit, tit

fal de ral, tit fal de ray, then Ifung fal de ral tit, then

ivefungfal de ral tit*

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, IQJ

As I was walking down Thames ftreet,

A lhip mate of mine I chanc'd for to meet.

And I was refolv'd him for to treat,

With a cann of grog, gillio !

A cann of grog they brought us flrait,

All for to pleafure my (hip mate,

And fatisfa&ion give him flrait,

Then I fung Fal de ral tit, EsV.

The macaronies next came in,
All dreft fo neat, and look'd £o trim,
And thinking for to ftrike me dum,
There was half a fcore or more.
Some was fhort, and fome was tall,
But 'tis very well known that I lick'd them all.
For I dous'd their heads againll the wall,
Then I fung Fal de ral tit, &c.

The landlord then aloud did fay,
As how he wifh'd I wou'd go away ;
And if I 'tempted for to flay,
As how he'd take the law.
Lord d — me, fays I, you may do your worft,
For I've not fcarcely quench'd my third,
All this I faid, and nothing worfe,
Then I fung Fal de ral tit, &c.

It's when I've croft the raging main,
And be come back to Old England again,
Bringing home plenty of gold from Spain,
Of grog I'll dring galore ;
With a pretty girl for to fit by my fide,
And for her coftiy robes I'll provide,
Co that me (hall be fatisfied,

Then I'll ling Fal de ral tit, &V.
O s

log

CALLIOPE ! OR THE.

SONG LVII.

HIGHLAND QUEEN.

iVc? wen? #zy Jong /hall be, ye /wains, of purl-ing
/lr earns, or flow' ry plains ; more pleafing beauties now in-

/pi re, and Pbczbus tunes the warbling lyre; divinely aid-

#/, thus I mean to ce — le — brate to ce — le~ — braie my

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331—

Highland Queen*

In her, fweet innocence you'll find,
With freedom, truth, and beauty join'd ;
From pride and affectation free,
Alike ihe fmiles on you and me,
The brightefl nymph that trips the green ,
I cio pronounce my Highland Queen,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. IOO

No fordid wifh, cr trifling joy,
Her fettled calm of mind deftroy ;
Strict honour fills her fpotlefs foul,
And adds a luftre to the whole ;
A matchlefs fhape a graceful mein,
All center in my Highland Queen*
I

How bled that youth, whom gentle Fate
Has deftin'd for fo fair a mate ;
Has all thefe wond'rous gifts in flore,
And each returning day brings more :
No youth fo happy can be feen,
PofTefling thee, my Highland Queen.

1 10

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LVIII.

QUEEN MARY's LAMENTATION

I figh and lament me in vain, ibefe walls can but
e—cho my moan, a — las it incr cafes my pain, when

3u~fc

/ think of the days that are gone, thro1 the grate of

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ffltv prifon, I fee the birds as they wanton in air, my

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heart how it pants to be free, my looks they are wild
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with de — fpair.

Above tho' cppreft by my fate,
I burn with contempt for my foes,

Tho* fortune has alter'd my flate
She ne'er can fubdue me to thofe j

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, |f|

Falfe woman in ages to come,

Thy malice detefted fhall be
And when we are cold in the tomb

Some heart ftill will forrow for me.

Ye roofs where cold damps and difinay,

With filence and folitude dwell.
How comfortlefs palias the day,

How fad tolls the evening bell -f
The owls from the battlements cry.

Hollow wind feems to murmur ground.
O Mary, prepare thee to die,

Mv blood it runs co4.i at the found

It*

calliope: or rut

SONG LIX.

QUEEN MARY's FAREWELL TO FRANCE.

ggpiiillliiif

0/ thou lov'd country, where my youth wasfpent, dear

golden days all paflinfweet content , where the fair morn*

ing of my clouded day Jhone mildly bright, and tempe-

rately gay, dear France, adieu, a long and fad farewell ';

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no thought can image, and no tongue can tell, the pangs

I feel at that drear word farewell I

The ftiip that wafts me from my friendly more,
Conveys my body, but conveys no more.

My foul is thine, that fpark of heaV'nly flame,
That better portion of my mingled frame,

Is wholy thine, that part I give to thee, 1

That in the temple of thy memory, £■

The other ever may enfhrined be. J

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

XI3

SONG LX.
OSCAR's GHOST.

*MU

0 fee that form that faintly gkdm9 'tis Ofcar come

: — {_i_£_~£. — f_ — u»--i~^ — id — i — i— J

to chear my dreams, on wings of wind he flies away, 0

ummw^

flay my lovely Ofcar, flay.

Wake Oman, laft of Fingal's line,
And mix thy tears and fighs with mine.
Awake the Harp to doleful lays,
And foothe my foul with Ofcar's praife*
The Shell is ceas'd in Ofcar's Hall,
Since gloomy Kerbar wrought the fall,
The Roe on Morven lightly bounds,
Nor hears the ory of Ofcar's hounds*

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LAlLlOVt. : OR TttB

SONG LXI.

JOHN O'BADKNYON.

Whenjirft I cams to be a man, rf twenty years or fo, I
thought my/elf a handfome youth , and fain the world 'would

know, in bejl attire JJlc.pt abroad^ with [pints brijk am.

gay, and here and there, and cvry where, was like a

Mm

in May. No care I had, nor far of want, but rat ■
up and down, and for a beau I might have pafs'd, in I
country or in town; I JIM was pleased where'er IwcntyafM

AL ENCHANT!'

when I was alone, I tun 'd my pipe, and picas' d my fell wi*

111111

John O'Badcnyon.

Now in the days of youthful prime,

A miftreffl I mud find ;
F<»r love they fay, ^rivcs one an air,

And even improve! the mind:

On Phillii fair, above the reft,

Kind fortune fix'd my eyes,
Her piercing beauty (truck my heart,

And (he became my choke :
To Cubid men, with hearty pray'r,

I . i many Vi

Afiddanc'd, and fafl M anil f .■

As other [oven do :
But when al la'fi i breath'd my (lame,

I found hei cold as Ron
I left the girl, and tun'd my pipe

To John of Badenyon.

When love had rims my heart beguil'd,

With fooliih hopes and vain,
To friendfhrp'fi port I fti er'd my courfe,

And Uugh'd al lovers' pain ;
■A friend I got by lucky chance, .

'Twas fomething like divine;
An honed eft,

And fuch a gift wa i mh
And now whatever might betide,

A happy man w
In any ftrait I knew to whom

I freely might apply :

P 2

llS CALLIOPE: OR THE .

A ftrait foon came, my friend I try'd,
He laugh'd and fpurn'd my moan :

I hy'd me home, and pleas'd myfelf
With John of Badenyon.

I thought I fhould be wifer next,

And would a patriot turn ;
Began to doat on Johnny Wilkes,

And cry up Parfon-Horne :
Their noble /pint I admir'd,

And prais'd their manly zeal,
Who had with flaming tongue and pen,

Maintain'd the public weal ;
But 'ere a month or two was pafl,

1 found myfelf betray'd ;
'Twas felf and party after all,

For all the ftir they made.
At laft I faw thefe factious knaves

Infult the very throne ;
I curs'd them all, and tun'd my pipe

To John of Badenyon.

What next to do I mus'd a while,

Still hoping to fucceed,
I pitch'd on books for company,

And gravely try'd to read ;
I bought and borrow'd ev'ry where,

And ftudy'd night and day ;
Nor mill what dean or doclor wrote,,

That happen' d in my way :
Philofophy I now efteem'd

The ornament of youth,
And carefully, thro' many a page,

I hunted after truth :
A thoufand various fchemes I try'd,.

And yet was pleas'd with none •;
I threw them by, and tun'd my pipe

To John of Badenyon.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 1 17

And now, ye youngfters, every where,!

Who want to make a fhow,
Take heed in time, nor vainly hope ,

For happinefs below ;
What you may fancy pleafure here,

Is but an empty name ;
For girls, and friends, and books ar« fo,

You'll find them all the fame.
Then be advis'd, and warning take,

From fuch a man as me ;
I'm neither Pope nor Cardinal,

Nor one of low degree,
You'll find difpleafure ev'ry where :

Then do as I have done,
E'en tune your pipe, and pleafe yourfeli

With John of Badenyon,

H8

CALLIOPE : OR. TH*

SONG LXII.
MAGGY's TOCHER.

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The meal was dearjhortfyne, we buckled us a the githery

^

tr~M"3 — J — ^ — fi~i» — w — ^"~~ — f~ — — '**zz"i

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tf#af Maggy was jufz in her prime when Willy made court*

:fciz^:^^^iqz:j?:z:pzf;fejEz^:fe^izzzzzz!zd
5^3BziffiJ^z:^t^^fe^^fc^==3tz:

Jhip till her, Twapiftols charged beguefs to gie the court-
ing Jhot^andfyne came ben the lafs w'C fwats drawn frae.

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the butt. He jirjl fpeerd at the guidman, and fyne at
JQ p.I|Z~*p Z^"gjZZII— UZ_IZ— Z_ — m- •.Zp-1sj*a^-

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Gi/« *£<? mither, an ye xvad gie's a bit land, wid buckle

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IrT} "j — d~"a' — i — r
w ^V« ?/;(? gither.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, 119

My doughter ye mall hae,

I'll gi' you her by the hand ;
But I'll part wi' my wife by my fa*.

Or I part wi* rfiy land.
Your tocher it mall be good.

There's nane fall hae it's maik,
The lafs bound in her fnood,

And Crummie wha kens her (lake :
With an aula bedden o* claiths,

Was left me by my mither,
They're jet black o'er wi' fkes,

Ye may cuddle in them the gither.

Ye fpeak right well gitidman,

But ye maun mend your handj,
And think o' modeily,

Gin ye'll not quat your land :
We are but young ye ken,

And now we're gawn the gkher s
A houfe is but and ben,

And Crummie will Want he? fother,
The bairns are coming on,

And they'll cry, O their mither !
We have nouther pat nor pan,

But four bare legs the gither,

Your tocher's be good enough

For that you need nae (e-ATt
Twa good (tilts to the pleugh,

And ye yourfell maua fteer :
Ye (hall hae twa good pocks

That ane's were o' the twee!,
The t'ane to had the grots,

The ither to had the meal ;
With an auld kifl made of wands,

And that fall be your coffer 5
Wi' aiken woody bands,

And that may had your. tocher.

120 calliope: or the

Confider well guidman,

We hae but borrowed gear,
The horfe that 1 ride on

Is Sandy Wilfon's mare :
The faddle's nane of my ain :

And thae's but borrow'd boots,
And when that I gae hame,

I maun tak to my koots :
The cloak is Geordy Watt's*

That gars me look fae croufe ;
Come fill us a cogue of fwats,

We'll make nae mair toom rufe»

I like you well young lad,

For telling me fae plain.
I married when little I had

O' gear that was my ain :
But fyne that things are fae,

The bride fhe maun come furth?
Tho' a' the gear fhe'll hae,

It'll be but little worth.

A bargain it maun be,

Fy cry on Giles the mither :
Content am I quo' fhe,

E'en gar the hifly come hither.
The bride fhe gade till her bed,

The bridgroom he came till her ;
The fidler crap in at the fit,

And they cuddl'd it a' the gither*

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

121

SONG LXIII.
THE GRAY COCK.

<— &

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0 y2iw ^ my father, or/aw ye my mother, orfaw
ye my true love John? I J aw not your father, I

^KE

fcfc

y^^ «#£ your mother, but If aw your true love John.

Up Johnny rofe, and to the door he goes,

And gently tirled the pin.
The laflie taking tent, unto the door (he went,

And (he open'd and let him in.

Flee up, flee up, my bonny gray cocks

And craw when it is day j
Your neck fhall be iike the bonny beaten gold.

And your wings of the diver gray.

The cock prov'd falfe,- and untrue he was,

For he crew an hour o'er foon.
The laffie thought it day when me fent her love away,

And it was but a blink of the moon.

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123

CALLIOPE *. OR THE

_- -

SONG LXIV.
WHEN ONCE THE GODS.

When once the gods like us below, to keep it up de-fign,

~-4

their goblets ivith frcjh neclar flow, which makes them,
more divine. Since drinking de-i—Jies the foul, lefs pvfh

# — bout the JlGwing bowl,fince drinking de — / — fits

the foul, let' 's pujlo about the flowing bowl. A flow- - - -

-m r

. _ - . ing bowl, A flow

a^EfZL^:

ing bowl, fines I

m.fL*L +

£.ip,T.'@ii~~ _:#. — -^]-T- — -F"L~"??:'t'^'ff~^:33^

drinking de-ifies the fonh kf s pufh about the flawing bowQ

i

V©CAL ENCHANTRESS. \1[

The glittering ftar and ribbon blue.

That deck the courtier's bread,
May hide a heart of blacked hue,

Though by the king carefs'd.
Let him in pride and fplendor roll ;
"We'er happier o'er a flowing bowl.

A flowing bowl, &c.

For liberty let patriots rave,

And damn the courtly crew,
Becaufe, like them, they want to have

The loaves and fifties too.
I care not who divides the cole,
So I can mare a flowing bowl.

A flowing bowl, &c.

Let Mansfield Lord-chief-juftice be,

Sir Fletcher fpeaker flill ;
At home let Rodney rule the fea,

And Pitt the treafury ftill :
No place I want, throughout the whole,
I want an ever-flowing, bowl.

A flowing bowl, EjV.

The fon wants fquare-toes at old Nick,

And mifs is mad to wed ;
The doctor wants us to be lick ;

The undertaker dead.
All have their wants from pole to pole j
i want an ever-flowing bowl.

A flowing bowl, isfe.

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124

CALLIOPE : OR TH*

SONG LXV.
O GREEDY MIDAS.

--&-\-

0 greedy Midas, I've been told, that what you touch'

z^zpz:p^zr^x:zt^:^-E:Sr2±inz3=dzl

you: turn to gold, that what you touch you turn to gold.

zzrtep:*:!:^

0 >fo^ / but a pow'r like thine, 0 had I but a pow'r

h|

fcEB

&

like thine, I'd iu-

m^&Er

izgzpzz^zj

rn, I'd turn whate'er I touch to wine. I'd turn

zt£=2t£2

T&> &

"~ME

zszpz

whate'er I touch to wine,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 125

Each purling dream mou'd feel my force,
Each fifh my fatal power mourn,

Each fifh, &r>.
And wond'ring at the mighty change,

And wond'ring, &c.
Shou'd in their native regions burn,

Shou'd in, £sV.

Nor mou'd there any dare t' approach
Unto my mantling fparkling ihrine,

Unto my, &c.
But firfl (hou'd pay their vows to mc,

But firft, €sfr.
And jflile me only god of wins,

And ftyle, &V»

Il6;

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXVI.

THE GABERLUNZIE MAN.

The pawky auld carle came o'er the lee, wi' many good*

eens and days to me, faying goodwife, for your cour-te-
Jie, will ye lodge a fil—ly, filly poor man? The night was

-< 1 LL^ r fczziEBEBE _Ssz5^*iz?Ep
muld, the carle was wat, and down ayont the ingle he

i~z:zzje*P:i:Ei

fat j my daughter* s fhoulders he gan U clap, and cadgily

lfeSkE*EEEEE;

sadgi-Iy ranted and fang.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 12J

O vow ! quo* he, were I as free,
As firft when I faw this country,
How blyth and merry wad I be !

And I wad never think lang.
He grew canty, and fhe grew fain ;
But little did her auld minny ken
What thir flee twa together were fay'ng,

When wooing they were fae thrang.

And O ! quo' he, ann ye were as black
As e'er the crown of my dady's hat,
'Tis I wad lay thee by my 'back,

And awa' wi' me thou mou'd gang.
And O ! quo' (he, ann I were as white,
As e'er the fnaw lay on the dike,
I'd dead me braw and lady-like,

And awa* wi' thee I would gang.

* , i
Between the twa was made a plot j
They raife a wee before the cock,
And wilily they (hot the lock,

And fall to the bent are they gane.
Up in the morn the auld wife raife,
And at her leifure put on her claife j
Syne to the fervants bed me gaes,

To fpeer for the filly poor man.

She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay,
The ftrae was cauld, he was away,
She calpt her hands, cry'd, walladay !

For fome of our gear will be gane,
Some ran to1 coffers, and fome to kilts,
But nought was flown that cou'd be mift,
She danc'd her lane, cry'd praife be bleft!

I have lodg'd a leal poor man.

Since naething's awa', as we can learn,
The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn,
Gae butt the houfe, lafs, and waken my bairn9
Ana1 bid her come. quickly ben.

128 CALLIOPE: OR THE

The fervant gade where the daughter lay,
The meets was cauld, fhe was away,
And fafl: to her goodwife did fay,
She's aff wi the gaberlunzie-man.

O fy gar ride and fy gar rin,

And hafte ye find thefe tray tors again 5

For (he's be burnt, and he's be flain,

The wearifu* gaberlunzie-man.
Some rade upo' horfe, fome ran a foot,
The wife was wood, and out o' her wit ; ,
She cou'd na gang, nor yet cou'd fhe fit.

But ay me curs'd and fhe bann'd.

Mean time far hind out o'er the lee,
Fu' fnug in a glen where nane could fee,
The twa with kindly fport and glee,

Cut fra a new cheefe a whang :
The priving was good, it pleas'd them baith,
' To lo'e her for ay, he gae her hisaith,
Quo' flie to leave thee 1 will be laith,-

My winfom gaberlunzie-man.

O kend my minny I were wi' you,
IU-fardly wad fhe crook her mou',
Sic a poor man fhe'd never trow,

After the gaberlunzie-man.
My dear, quo' he, ye're yet o'er young,
And ha' nae learn'd the beggars tongue,
To follow me frae town to town,

And carry the gaberiunzie on.

Wi' cauk and keel I'll win your bread,
And fpindles and whorles for them wha need.
Whilk is a gentle trade indeed,

To carry the gaberiunzie on.
I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee,
And draw a black clout o'er my eye,
A. cripple or blind they will ca' me,

While we. ihall be merry and fmgt

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

129

SONG LXVII.

TWINE WEEL THE PLAIDEN.

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33t+

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- — —

zzzztwzttzz}* zzz^ferzzrzzfrzzzz::
^ & & &

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jo y el-low, l'-ve gi'en my heart to the Lad I

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- jg -_ £ j

lo'ed, he was a gallant fellow.

:£zz£zz£z

And twine it weel

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^zizi?Si:=zfezzp£

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;«j £07?/y« </ow, and twine it weel the plaiden, the kijjle

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F^ IT

^|^z:gz^:^z=jr-jzHjE

t4?B=*^a

/<?/? /;<?/ y?/^^ flood in piCing of the bracken.

He prais'd my e'en fie bonny blue,

Sae lilly white my {kin, O,
And fyne he prie'd my bonny mou'?

And {wore it was nae fin, O.
And twine it weel, my bonny dov/,

And twine it weel the plaiden j
The laflie loft her filken fnood,

In pu'ing of fhe bracken,
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130 calliope: or the

Bot he has left the lafs he loo'd,

His ain true love forfaken,
Which gars me fair to greet the fnood_,

I loft among the bracken,
And twine it weel, my bonny dow, .

And twine it weel the plaiden ;
The laffie loft her filken mood,

In pu'ing of the bracken.

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SONG LXVIII.
GALLANT SAILOR.

Gallant failor, oft you told me that yoiid never leave
your love. To your vows I now mujl hold you, how's

t — E — zrHr~£zE" -=-rzd— £=E~t±-b:
==ztrzi|zr_f:z:t=zyz±_:c_^_:i — ^-j----

the time your love to prove, to ysur vows I now muji holt

you, now's the time your love to prove.

Sailor.
Is not Britain's flag degraded,
Have not Frenchmen brav'd our fleet r
How can failors live upbraided,
While the Frenchmen dare to meet ^

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. X3I

How can failors live upbraided,
While the Frenchmen dare to meet.

Nan.
Hear me, gallant failor, hear me,
While your country has a foe,
He is mine too, never fear me,
I may weep but you rauft go 5
I may weep, I may weep,
I may weep, but you fhall go. , '

Sailor.
Though this flow'ry feafon woes you
To the peaceful fports of May,
And love fighs fo long to loofe you,
Love to glory fhall give way ;
Love to glory, love to glory,
Love to glory, rauft give way.

Can the fons of Britain fail her,
"While her daughters are fo true ;
Your foft courage muft avail her,
We love honour loving you ;
We love honour, we love honour,
We love honour loving you.

Boatswain,
War and danger now invite us,
Blow ye winds, aufpicious blow ;
Ev'ry gale will mod delight us,
That can waft us to the foe ;
Fv'ry gale will moll delight us,
That can waft' us to the foe.

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*32

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXIX.

WILLY WAS A WANTON WAG.

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lri£z?<ttriE5E=gr5~

Willy was a wanton wag, the blyiheji lad ihat e\er I

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\y— ig &~T~2 — ~& — &-~ CZZCS — N ' __I ZilZ*Z— ~Z~W~

Jaw, at bridals Jill I he bore the brag, and carried ay th

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S:fe:?zz:iz£z:^zzgzzSzz:zpzb:

gree awa. His doublet was of Zetland Jhag, and'roow!

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E^EEtefEE±?fiE^Z§E^EES:

but Willy he was brazv ; at his fhoulder hang a tag that \

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bzzzzzi^^i&zt^^ztziJ^bLijii^zszzzzrzr'-

pleas' d the laffes heft of a\ He was a n i

He was a man without a cla^,

His heart was frank without a flaw :
And ay whatever Willy faid,

It was flill hadden as a law.
His boots they were made of the jag,

When he went to the weapon-maw ;
Upon the green nane durft him bra^

The fiend a ane am an? them a\

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 133

And was not Willy well worth gowd,

He wan the love of great and fma' ;
For after he the bride had kifs'd,

He kifs'd the laffes hale-fafe a'.
Sae merrily round the ring they row'd,

When by the hand he led them a%
And fmack on fmack on them beftow'd,

By virtue of a (landing law.

And was na Willy a great lown,

As ihyre a lick as e'er was feen ?
When he danc'd with the laffes round,

The bridegroom fpeer'd where he had been,
Quoth Willy, I've been at the ring,

With bobbing, faith, my fhanks are fair.
Gae ca' your bride and maidens in,

For Willy he dow do na mair.

Then reft ye, Willy, I'll gas out,

And for a wee fill up the ring ;
But fhame light on his fouple fnout,

He wanted Willy's wan f on fling.
Then ftraight he to the bride did fare.

Says, well's me on your bonny face ;
With bobbing, Willy's fhanks are fair,

And I'm come out to fiii his place.

Bridegroom, (he fays, you'll fpoii the dance,

And at the ring you'll ?,y be lag,
Unlefs, like Willy, ye advance ;

(O ! Willy has a wanton wag :)
For wi't he learns us a' to ileer,

And foremoft ay bears up the ring ;
We will find nae rick dancing here,

If we want Willy's wanton fling.

*34

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXX.

BUSK? YE, BUSK YE.

Bujk ye, bujk ye, my bonny bride, bujk ye bifk ye my

_Jb

winjome marrow, bujk ye, bujk ye my bonny bride, andi

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mlF

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/<tf «j to the braes of Yarrow. There will we/port]

^— j— 'iT'l — J — ^~ — !&** I 1*1 — ~"| — ■■ -■ r- ■■■■ j "— r*'"'"j"lWiaBM[ ▼»■-■. - ■■*

aw</ gather dew, dancing while lav' rocks Jing in the

i-2L

~"+:

"rj"vp :'lt — E~"E~ ~REEi? "ffF~ ^ — Fj8_?

morning: there learn frae turtles to prove true, 0 Bell

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w<?Vr t'<f.v me with thy /corning.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 135

To weftlin breezes Flora yields,

And when the beams are kindly warning,
Blythnefs appears o'er all the fields,

And nature looks mair frefh and charming.
Learn frae the burns that trace the mead,

Tho' on their banks the rofes bloffom,
Yet haftylie they flow to Tweed,

And pour their fweetnefs in his bofom.

Hade ye, hade ye, my bonny Bell,

Hafte to my arms, and there I'll guard thee ;
With free confent my fears repel ;

I'll with my love and care reward thee.
Thus fang I faftly to my fair,

Wha rais'd my hopes with kind relenting,
O queen of fmiles, I afk nae mair

Since now my bonny Bc-Ii's confenting.

i36

CALLIOPE : OR i HE

Plaintive.

SONG LXXI.

IERE AWA, THERE AWA.

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■s~]~1-l —

Here awa, there awa, here awa Willy, here awa, there

5§

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awa, here awa, hame. Lang have I fought thee, dear have

izztx

__ _• — iBJZji_c:_^!a.^ ^rr\ l_i_j __l._-jj._4-i.

/ bought thee, now I have gsiten my Willy again.

Through the Iang muir I follow'd my Willy,
Through the lang muir I follow'd him hame,
Whate'er betide us, nought mail divide us ;
Love now rewards all my fqrrow and pain.

Here awa, there awa, here awa, Willy :
Here awa, there awa, here awa hame ;
Come love, believe me, naething can grieve me,
Ilka thing pleafes while Willy's at hame.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

37

SONG LXXII.
DIOGENES SURLY AND PROUD.

f:3:fe:£-*--L_

ndcz

fc^-J-— "■

$

Di-o-ge-nes furly and proud, who fnarV d at the Ma

£#&» youth, delighted in wine that was goad, becaufe in
gW w/>2* ffo/v is truth; but growing as poor as a Job,

^»<^ un-a-ble to pur chafe ajiafk, he chofe for his manfion
a tub, and liv'd by the fcent of the ca- ------ -

- - - - fk, and liv'd by the fcent of the cafk*

Heraclitus would never deny

A bumper to cherim his heart ;
And, when he was maudlin, would cry,

Becaufe he had empty'd his quart :
S

138 calliope: or the

Though fome were fo foolifti to think
He wept at men's folly and vice,

When 'twas only his cultom to drink
'Till the liquor ran out at his eyes.

Democritus always was glad

To tipple and cherifli his foul ;
Would laugh like a man that was mad,

When over a jolly full bowl :
While his cellar with wine was well ftor'd,

His liquor he'd merrily quaff;
And, when he was drunk as a lord,

At thofe that were fober he'd laugh.

Copernicus, too, like the reft,

Believ'd there was wifdom in wine ;
And knew that a cup of the beft

Made reafon the brighter to fhine :
With wine he replenifh'd his veins,

And made his philofophy reel :
Then fancy'd the world, as his brains,

Turn'd round like a chariot wheel.

Ariftotle, that matter of arts,

Had been but a dunce without wine ;
For what we afcribe to his parts,

Is due to the juice of the vine ;
His belly, fome authors agree,

Was as big as a watering-trough :
He therefore leap'd into the fea,

Becaufe he'd have liquor enough.

When Pyrrho had taken a-glafs,
He faw that no object appear'd

Exactly the fame as it was

Before he had liquor'd his beard ;

For things running round in his drink,
Which fober he motionlefs found.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

OccafionM the fceptic to think

There was nothing of truth to be found,

Old Plato was reckon'd divine,

Who wifely to virtue was prone j
But, had it not been for good wine,

His merit had never been known i
By wine we are generous made ;

It furnimes fancy with wings ;
Without it we ne'er mould have had

Philosophers, poets, or kings.

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140

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXIII.
WHEN INNOCENT PASTIME.

SE5&3E3i=gE=^

3E

-■3

When innocent pafilme our pleafure did crown, u-pon a

green meadow, or under a tree, e'erAnny became a fine

•m-

la—dy in town, hew lovely and loving and bonny was

•7r^"~i~~l"g"mffT^f"

-uSEES:

tirfe:

fhe! Roufe up thy reafon, my beautiful Anny, let ne'er

p:z[i=f3i£z=:pi=iEl:pSp^iSzq±cEzpz:H

— «-t — w-I — V-

EffiE

a new whim ding thy fan— cy a — -jee: 0 as thou art

-K^k^ZpZpTrsF-^

•■**,

»

bonny, be faithful and canny, and favour thy Jamie, wh$

-* 1 1*

i — i3~~EEH£l

doatsu—pon thee.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 14!

Does the death of a lintwhite give Anny the fpleen ?

Can tyning of trifles be imeafy to thee ?
Can lap-dogs, or monkies, draw tears from thefe een,

That look with indiff'rence on poor dying me !
Roufe up thy reafon, my beautiful Anny,

And dinna prefer a paroquet to me :
O ! as thou art bonny, be prudent and canny,

And think upon Jamie wha doats upon thee.

, Ah ! mould a new mantua, or Flanders-lace head,

Or yet a wee cotty, tho' never fae fine,
Gar thee grow forgetful, or let his heart bleed, .

That anes had fome hope of purchafing thine ?
Roufe up thy reafon, my beautiful Anny,

And dinna prefer your fleegaries to me :
O ! as thou art bonny, be folid and canny,

And tent a true lover that doats upon thee.

Shall a Paris-edition of new-fangled Sawny,

Tho' gilt o'er wi' laces and fringes he be,
By adoring himfelf he admir'd by fair Anny,

And aim at thofe bennifons promis'd to me :
Roufe up thy reafon, my beautiful Anny,

And never prefer a light dancer to me :
O ! as thou art bonny, be conftant and canny,

Love only thy Jamie wha doats upon thee

O think, my dear charmer, on ilka fweet hour,

That Hade awa' faftly between thee and me,
'Ere fquirrels, or beaux, or fopp'ry, had pow'r

To rival my love, or impofe upon thee.
Roufe up thy reafon, my beautiful Anny,

And let thy defires be a' center'd in me :
O ! as thou art bonny, be faithfu' and canny,

And love him wha's langing to center in tbee*

i4i

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXIV.
COME ON MY BRAVE TARS.

Come on my brave tars, let's away to the wars, t§ ho-
nour and glory advance; for n$w we've beat Spain, let

vr;-

us try this campaign, to humble the pride of old France,

my brave boys, to humble the pride of old France.

See William, brave prince,

A true blue ev'ry inch,
Who will honour th' illuflrious name :

May he conqueror be

O'er our empire the fea,
And tranfmit Britifh laurels to fame,
My brave boys, iffc.

There heroes combin'd,

When the Dons they could find,
Vied who mould be foremoft in battle ;

By no lee more affrighted,

Ahho' they're benighted,
They made Britifti thunder to rattle,
Brave boys, &c.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 143

See Dalrymple, Prevoft,

Gallant Barrington too,
And Farmer who glorioufly fell :

With brave Pearfon, all knew

That the hearts of true blue,
Once rous'd, not the world could excel,
My brave boys, &c.

With fuch heroes as thofe,

Tho' we've numberlefs foes,
Britifh valour refplendant mall mine :

And we Hill hope to (how

That their pride will be low,
In eighty, as fam'd fifty-nine,
My brave boys, 6v.

Then brave lads enter here,

And partake of our cheer,
You (hall feaft and be merry and fing j

With the grog at your nofe,

Drink fuccefs to true blues,
Huzza ! and fay God fave the kin?,
My brave bovs, SsV.

H4

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXV.
THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.

: : J^-JF?* — F fPW— -f~3nP

:3KE?£

jfi&* lawland lads think they are fine ', but oh they're vain

mz

and i — dly gawdy; how much unlike the gracefu* mem,
tf«<i ZB««/)' looks of my Highland laddie. 0 my bonny High

»#!#»: h --T-i"^— ft-

ESEt

*r

rL,Lr ^'ja^.1 I. UiF 'ti V; *■-

/#»</ laddie, my handfome fmiling Highland laddie, may

heaven JIM guard, and love reward, the lawland lafs and

•x , — \»m — S — _._ „ , _

for Highland laddie.

If I were free at will to chufe

To be the wcalthieil lawland lady,
I'd take young Donald without trews,

With bonnet blue, and belted plaidy*
O my bonny, SsV.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. I45

The brawefl beau in borough's-town,

In a' his airs, with art made ready,
Compar'd to him, he's but a clown j

He's finer far in's belted plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.

O'er benty hills v/ith him I'll run,

And leave my lawland kin and daddy ;

Frae winter's cauld and fummer's fun,
He'll fcreen me with his Highland plaidy.
O my benny, &c.

A painted room, and filken bed,

May pleafe a lawland laird and lady ;
But I can kifs, and be as glad,

Behind a bufh in's Highland plaidy.
O my bonny, &f<:.

Few compliments between us pafs,

I ca' him my dear Highland laddie,
And he ca's me his lawland lafs,

Syne rows me in beneath his plaid) -
O my bonny, Ssfc.

Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend,

Than that his love prove true and fteady.

Like mine to him, which ne'er (hail end,
While heaven preferves my Highland laddie.
O my bonny, £sV.

146

CALLIOPE : OR THJB

SONG LXXVI.
YE SPORTSMEN DRAW NEAR.

IS

Ye fportfmen draw near, and ye fporifwomen too, who

delight in the joys of the field, who delight in the joys of

the field: Mankind, thoy they blame, are all eager as you,

ztat~ l azt~ c c — r'TCru L~rrt"«:Tr~"i — rtrr
i^~~i~r r~"7 _" l*p~ fa — f~"~T ■B«a^awn T"r~r!~" i r~ — &~~ T\z\~

and no one the contejl will yield, - - - and no one the con*

2=a:

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"fee- -— g->--trl
/£/? will yield. His hrdjhip, his worjhip, his honour, his

izizis:

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grace, a hunting con — ti-nual-ly go, all ranks and dc-

— 0 — & — -0- — ^ «J"x —

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grees are engaged in the chace, with hark forward, hitz*

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Wfr

za, tally ho, -

bd

all ranks and degrees are engaged in

:::£:£:£

the chace, hark forward, huzza, tally ho, - - - tally ho9

tally ho, tally ho, tally ho, tally ho, tally ho, tally ho,

m

m

- hark forward, huzza, tally ho - - -.

The lawyer will rife with the fir ft of the morn

To hunt for a mortgage or deed ;
The hufband gets up at the found of the horn

And rides to the commons full fpeed ;
The patriot is thrown in purfuit of the game ;

The poet too often lays low,
Who, mounted on Pegafus, flies after fame,

With hark forward, huzza, tally ho.

While fearlefs o'er hills and o'er woodlands we fweep

Tho' prudes on our paftime may frown,
How oft do they Decency's bounds overleap

And the fences of Virtue break down ?
Thus public, or private, for penfion, for place,

For amufement, for paflion, for mew,
All ranks and degrees are engag'd in the chace,

With hark forward, huzza, tally ho.

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148

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXVII.

FOUR AND TWENTY FIDDLERS,

S

Four and twenty fiddlers all en a row, four and twenty

fidlers all on a row, there was fiddle f addle fiddle, and my
double damme femi quibble, down below. It is my la-

3=

dy's holiday, therefore let us be merry,

1 Four and twenty drummers all on a row, there was hey
rub a dub, ho rub a dub, fiddle faddle, &c.

3 Four and twenty trumpeters all on a row, there was tan-

tara rara, tantara rera, hey rub a dub, &c.

4 Four and twenty coblers all on a row, there was flab

awl and cobler, and cobler and flab awl, tantara rera,£sV.

5 Four and twenty fencing maftersall on a row, there was

pufh carte and tierce, down at heel, cut him acrois*
flab awl and cobler, &V.

6 Four and twenty captains all on a row, there was Oh !

d — n me, kick him down flairs, pufh carte and
tierce, &V.

7 Four and twenty parfons all on a row, there was Lord

have mercy upon us ! O ! d — n me, kick him down
flairs, Iffc,

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8 Four and twenty taylors all on a row, one caught a

loufe, another let it loofe, and another cried knock
him down with the gocfe, Lord have mercy upon
us, &c.

9 Four and twenty barbers all on a row, there was bag

v/higs, fhort bobs, toupees, long ques, (have for a
penny, Oh d — n'd hard times two ruffles and ne'er
a fhirt, one caught a loufe, &c.

10 Four and twenty quakers all on a row, there was Abra-

ham begat Ifaac, and Ifaac beg.it Jacob, and Jacob
peopled the twelve tribes of Ifrael, with bag wigs,
fhort bobs, toupees, long quees, fhave for a penny,
Oh d — n'd hard times two ruffles and ne'er a fhirt,
one caught a loufe, another let it loofe, and another
cried knock him down with the goofe, Lord have
mercy upon us, Oh d — n me kick him down flairs.,
puih carte and tierce, down at heel, cut him acrofs,
. flab awl and cobler, and cobler flab a\ylv tantara
rara, tantara rera, hey rub a dub, ho rub a dub, fid-
dle faddle fiddle and my double damme femi quibble
down below, It is my lady's holiday therefore let p
be merry,

ISO

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXVIIL

WINTER.

gS:fj^=;r~^-

i1 — p— -

A-dieu,ye groves, adieu ye plains , all nature mourn- $

siSa+i^SS?^"^"

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--irtf~r~fT

/wg- lies. See gloomy clouds , ail thick* ning rains ob-

.z.___t_i— i r- - ii«~5: i

/cure the labyringfkie\. -n a-far, th' ' im-

rS_as •_. lI )

pend—ingjhorm withfullen hajle ap — pear, fee ivin-ter

comes a dreary form, to rule - - the falling year.

No more the lambs with gamefome bound,

Rejoice the gladen'd fight :
No more the gay enamell'd greund,

Or Silvan fcenes delight.
Thus lovely Nancy, much lov'd maid,

Thy early charms mud fail;
Thy rofe muft droop the lilly fade,

And winter foon prevail.

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Again the lark, fweet bird of day,

May rife on active wing.
Again the fportive herds may play,

And hail reviving fpring.
But youth, my fair, fees no return,

The pleafing bubble's o'er,
In vain it's fleeting joys you mourn,

They fall to bloom no more.

Hade, then, dear girl, the time improve?

Which art can ne'er regain,
In blifsful fcenes of mutual love,

With fome diftinguifh'd fwain ;
So fhall life's fpring, like jocund May,

Pafs fmiling and ferene ;
Thus fummer, autumn, glide away,

And winter foon prevail,

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• ALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXVII.
BIRKS OF INVERMAY.

-■>>--

BEkEE

Thefmiling morn, the breathing fpring in — vite the

-*

ar

tuneful birds to fing, and while they warble from each
fpray, love melts the u--ni-ver-fal lay. Let us A -man- da,
time — lywife, like them improve the hour that flies, and

in f oft raptures wafie the day, am$ng the birks of In*;
-*— i*5* — I-

vermay.

For foon the winter of the year,
And age, life's winter, will appear ;
At this thy living bloom will fade,
As that will ft rip the verdant (hade 5

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. IJ3

Ourtafte of pleasure then is o'er,
The feather'd fongfters are no more ;
And when they droop, and we decay,
Adieu the birks of Invermay.

Behold the hi! is and vales around,
w ith lowing herds and flocks abound j
*The wanton kids, and frifking lambs,' '
Gambol and dance about their dam's j •
The bufy bees with humming noife,
And all the reptile kind rejoice ;
Let us like them, then fmg and play
About the birks of Invermay.

Hark, how the waters as they fall,
Loudly my love to giadnefs call ;
The wanton waves fport in the beams,
And fifties play throughout \he ftreams ;
The circling fun does now advance,
And all the planets round htm dance ;
Let us as jovial be as they
Aaaong the birks of Invermay.

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CALLIOPE : OR 1KB

SONG LXXX.

ONE BOTTLE MORE

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^^/? /n<?, y* Wj who have hearts void of guile ', to fing

v, -<J- -S- ■<

f» the praifes of old Ireland** ifte. Where true ho-fpi-ta-

■tr

li-—ty o--pens the door, and friend/hip detains us for

"CI"' — 5!

o»f fottZ? 7?75;r, o«£ £<3//.fc OTcr^, arra, one bottle more,

\b~

iPtPP »k. -rfi

I

and friendfhip detains us for one bottle more.

Old England, your taunts on our country forbear ;
With our bulls, and our brogues, we are true and fincere.
For if but one bottle remain'd in our (lore,
We have generous hearts, to give that bottle more.

In Candy's, in Church-ftreet, I'll fing of a fett
Of fix Irifli blades who together had met ;

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. XCC

Four bottles a piece made us call for our fcore,
And nothing remained but one bottle more.

Our bill being paid, we were loath to depart,
For friendfhip had grappled each man by the heart ;
Where the lead touch you know makes an Irimman roar
And the wback from fhilella, brought fix bottles more.

Slow Phoebus had (hone thro' our window fo bright,
Quite happy to view his bled children of light.
So we parted, with hearts neither forry nor fore,
Refolving next night to drink twelve bottles more. t

V ii

156

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXXI.
THE YELLOW-HAIR'D LADDIE.

In April, when Primrofes paint the ftveet plain, and

fummsr ap-prcach-ing re — joi-celh the/wain, joiccih

-0--PP— *-t — Z

—^tsjsj™ — ~ —

the/wain, the yellow-heird laddie mould of -ten— tones

\W\ r T P » rt •"" Ti 1 rrTf r"3"^ ITa'St *. 1

^_ K;p~p — jSii~r~3~T — ^ rrfr~ri "^iBTj^^rf^rjB:

gs, to wilds and deep glens wher&Jbe hawthorn trees

-;£

grew, hawthorn trees grow.

There, under the fiiade of an old facred thorn,
With freedom, he fung his loves, evening and morn.
He fang with fo fort and inchanting a found,
That Sylvans and Fairies, imfeen, danc'd around.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. i $J

The fhepherd thus fung : tho' young Maddie be fair,
Her beauty is dahVd with a fcornful, proud air :
But Sufie was handfome, and fweetly could Ting ;
Her breath, like the breezes, perfurn'd in the fpring.

That Maddie, in all the gay bloom of her youth,
Like the moon, was inconftant, and never fpoke truth :
But Sufie was faithful, good humour'd, and free,
And fair as the goddefs that fprung from the fea.

That mamma's fine daughter, with all her great dow'r,
Was aukwardly airy, and frequently four :
Then, fighing, he wifh'd, would parents agree,
The witty, fweet Sufie, his miftrefs might be. -

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OALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXXIL
ALLY CROAKER.

"3g"^: — r~t"t""fi T~i~~1* T-RtT TT5 — irTj^""^!

There lived a man in Ba-le-no--cra-zyt who wanted a
_jjg__j__«^_~!fe . it --i"n — — __— _—__„_...___

•wife to make him un-ea-fy, Long he had ftghy d for dear
Al-ly Croaker ; and thus the gentle youth befpokeher, Will

you marry me, dear Al-ly Croaker , will you marry me

.'Wij i»

dear Al-ly Al-ly Croaker.

This artlefs young man, juft come from his fchoolery,
A novice in love, and all it's foolery ;
Too dull for a wit, too grave for a joker,
And thus the gentle youth befpoke her,
Will your marry, &c.

He drank with the father, he talk'd with the mother,
He rompt with the fifter. he gam'd with the brother ;

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 159

He gam'd till he pawn'd his coat to the broker,
Which loll him the heart of his dear Ally Croaker,

Oh ! the fickle, fickle Ally Croaker,

Oh ! the fickle Ally, Ally Croaker.

To all ye young men who are fond of gaming,
Who are (pending your money, whilfl others are faving.,
Fortune's a jilt, the de'il may choke her,
A jilt more inconttant than dear Ally Croaker,
Oh ! the inconftant Ally Croaker,
Oh ! the inconftant Ally, Ally Croaker.

i6o

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXXIIL
LET A SET OF SOBER ASSES.

^ ^~-F-:|Lr-d

Let afct offober ajfes, rail againjl the joys of. drinking,

_rj P— (— ; ^~ ¥■-%■-&¥■ -^ ~2—0~

&~

z^zffzpizjE:::
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while water, tea, and milk agree to Jet cold brains a-think-

El-iHErtEztzSEt—,-

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:zi£'

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ing. Power, and wealth, beauty, health, wit, and mirth in

_J^_ I ; )8.^.».

wins are crowned. "Joys abound, pleafurcy s found only where

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I

the glafs goes round.

E

The ancient feels on happinefs
All differ'd in opinion ;

Bat wifer rules

Of modern fchools
In wine fix her dominion.

Power and wealth, &e.

Wine gives the lover vigour,

Makes glow the cheeks of beauty ;

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. l6l

Makes poets write,
And foldiers fight,
And friendship do it's duty.
Power and wealth, &c.

Wine was the only Helicon

Whence poets are long-liv'd fo ;

'Twas no other main

Than brifk champaign
Whence Venus was deriv'd too.

Power and wealth, &V.

When heaven in Pandora's box
All kinds of ill had fent us,

In a merry mood

A bottle of good
Was cork'd up to content us.

Power and wealth, &&

All virtues wine is nurfe to,
Of ev'ry vice deftroyer \

Gives dullards wit,

Makes juft the cit,
Truth forces from the lawyer.

Power and wealth, &c.

Wine fets our joys a-flowing,
Our care and for row drowning.

Who rails at the bowl,

Is a Turk in's foul,
And a Chriilian ne'er fliould own him.

Power and wealth, &c>

I 62

CALLIOPE : OR TftX

SONG LXXXIV.
BONNY CHRISTY.

£B§3

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How fweetly fmells the fimmer green! fweet tajles the

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^tf<:£ tf/&i cherry : painting and order pleafe our een, and

igsiiai^ffliiiiiiig

claret makes -us merry ; but fneji colours, fruits and flou

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ers, and wine, tho I be thir-Jly, lofe a* their charms

z=rt=3tti-fpfp:*3z

ZJH

as

and weaker powers, compared with thefe of Chr

When wand'ring o'er the flow'ry park.

No nat'ral beauty wanting,
How lightfome is't to hear the lark,

And birds in concert chanting !
But if my Chrifly tunes her voice,

I'm rapt in admiration ;
My thoughts with ecftafies rejoice,

And drap the haill creation.

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Whene'er (he fmiles a kindly glanc«,

I take the happy omen,
And aften mint to make advance,

Hoping fhe'll prove a woman :
But, dubious of my ain defert,

My fentiments I fmpther ;
With fecret fighs I vex my heart,

For fear fhe love another.

Thus fang blate Edie by a burn,

His Chrifty did o'erhear him ;
She doughtna let her lover mourn,

But e'er he wift drew near him.
She fpake her favour with a look,

"Which left nae room to doubt her :
He wifely this white minute took,

And flang his arms about her.

My Chrifty ! witnefs, bonny ftream,

Sic joys frae tears arifing,
I wifh this mayna be a dream ;

O love the maift furprifmg !
Time was too precious now for talk ;

This point of a' his wifhes
He wadna with fet fpeeches bauk,

But war'd it a! on kifles.

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i ($4

CALLIOPE : OR THE

-__*— — --

SONG LXXXV.

DUMBARTON'S DRUMS.

:zfc:±— =e;

jIISlLJS-1. 8* 's, li — - _ g _j — H— jH-J —

Dumbarton's drums beat bonny 0, w/^« they mind me

£^ 772y Jaar y^««y 0, ^eu' i><z££y am I ivhen my Ssldier

is by, while he kijfes and blejfes his Annie 0. fTis a

Kl.

Soldier alone can delight me, O,for his graceful looks do

— \—*\

m — 0.

in-vite me, 0 : ivhilft guarded in his arms, F 11 fear no

"Si

:zd:

•war's alarms, neither danger, nor death Jhall e'er fright
~j?~m'¥~n '"la* B~ ' " - "~~

5 C_„P_r_ • jjjfi T

mc, 0,

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My love is a handfome laddie, O,
Genteel, but ne'er foppifli nor gaudy, O :

Tho' commiffions are dear,

Yet I'll buy him one this year,
For he fhall ferve no longer a cadie, O.
A foldier has honour and bravery, O,
Unacquainted with rogues and their knavery, 0 :

He mind? no other thing1,

But the Ladies or the King ;
For every other care is but ilavery O.

Then I'll be the Captain's Lady, O,
Farewell all my friends and my Daddy, O ;

I'll wait no more at home,

But I'll follow with the drum,
And whene'er that beats, I'll be ready, O.
Dumbarton's drums found bonny, O ;
They are fprightly, like my dear Jonny, O.

How happy fhall I be,

When on my foldier's knee,
And he kuTes and ble fifes his Annie, O.

i66>

CALLIOPE: OR THE

SONG LXXXVI.
ONCE MORE FLL TUNE.

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pB3

> R^_

0«f£ ?7wr<? I'll tune the v§--cal Jhell, U bills and dales

/wy paf-fion tell, aflame which time can ne ver

j b-l — | — | — l] — k_i — 1_± : — ,j__

y«^//, /&£/ burns for lovely Peggy. Te greater bards the

-J fc & fer f- — k-

■"-' — ■ — ag— it — *"*r"" \sm — —*■*-'—■ — ■ I ■-

lyre Jhould hit, for fay what fubj eel is more fit, than to

record the fparkling wit and bloom of lovely Peggy.

The fun firft rifmg in the morn,
That paints the dew-befpangled thorn,
Does not fo much the day adorn,

As does my lovely Peggy.
And when in Thetis lap to reft,
He flreaks with gold the ruddy weft,
He's not fo beauteous, as undrefs'd

Appears my lovely Peggy.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, I67

Were flie array'd in ruftie weed,
With her the bleating flocks I'd feed.
And pipe upon mine oaten reed.

To pleafe my lovely Peggy.
With her a cottage would delight,
All's happy when fhe's in my fight,
But when (he's gone it's endlefs night,

All's dark without my Peggy. -

The zephyr's air the violet blows,
Or breath upon the damafk rofe,
He does not half the fweets difclofe.

That does my lovely Peggy.
I flole a kifs the other day,
And trufl: me, nought but truth I fay,
The fragrant breath of blooming May,

Was not fo fweet as Peggy.

While bees from flowrr to flow'r mall rove3
And linnets warble thro' the grove,
Or ftately fwans the waters love,

So long (hall I love Peggy.
And when Death with his pointed dart,
Shall ftrike the blow that rives my heart.
My word fhall be when I depart,

Adieu ! my lovely Peggy,

i68

calliope: or the

SONG LXXXVII.
THE CONTENTED MAN.

ap;i=l^i;piiilii^ ,

The m%n that's contented is void of all care, tel de rol

._ W b-

rjjcfc j^xm^i j t jtj=

/c/ <& re/ /o/ <& re/ /# ^//, he far overtops the foul Jlave-

-h-#-

Hi

ry of fear, tol de rol tol de rol tol de rol la dy. A mind

533

that's ferene, and a body in health, gives a man all the
-*-x . Nr"f — N— P~- — TT—T-fe N:. N:— r—-^:

■pleafure and grandeur of wealth. Tol de rol la dy, tol de

re/ /a </y, /e/ de rol tol de rol tol de rol la dy.

Laft day I went out with a heart full of joy.

Tol de rol, £sV.
Which nothing but vice or fharp pain could annoy ;

Tol de rol, &c.
The firft that I meet was a mifer, whofe gloom
Shew'd a foul that was muddy, and ftraiten'd in room.

Tol de rol, 5sV.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 169

In Britain's fair ifiand there's none to be feen

Tol de rol, &c.
Of more fullen, felfifti, and fordid a mein ;

Tol de rol, &V.
Regardiefs of honour, a Have to his gold,
Defpis'd of the young, and contemu'd of the old,

Tol de rol, ttfc.

The next that I met was a profligate afs,

Tol de rol, &c.
Whofe brains were of cork, and his forehead of brafs ;

Tol de rol, £sV.
By game he was galloping thro' his eftate,
And mis'ry attended his fad finking fate.

O place me, kind heav'n ! in what ftation you pleafe,

Tol de rol, £sV.
So my body's in health, and my foul be at eafe ;

Tol de rol, &c.
By command of myfelf, independent and free,
Contentment fhall ftill be a pleafure to me.

Tol de rol, &c.

0 rather in a cottage may I be fed

Tol de rol, &c.
With roots the moft common, and coarfeft brown bread,

Tol de rol, &c.
Than to riot with luxury, fopp'ry, and vice,
They're the lofs of contentment, too precious a price.

Tol de rol, &c.

j Let rakes ramble after their harlots and wine,

Tol de rol, &c,
■ 'Till with poxes and palfies their carcafes dwine ;

Tol de rol, &c.
! Grow old while they're young, and have wafted their ftortf,
I While the vot'ries of virtue are blithe at fourfcore,

Tol de rol, &c.

170 CALLIOPE: OR THE

' •

The thunder may roar, and the hurricanes make

Tol de rol, &c.
The ocean to boil, and the forefts to make ;

Tol de rol, &c.
The light'ning may flafh, and the rocks may be rent.
But nothing can ruffle the mind that's content.

This world's well freighted with wonders in flore,

Tol de rol, &c.
And we're fent into it to think and explore ;

Tol de rol, &c.
And when the due fummons fliall call us away,
No more's to be faid, but contented obey,

Tol de rol, &c.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

I7I

SONG LXXXVIII.
THE SWEET ROSY MORNING.

*-

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The fweet rofy morning peeps o-ver the hills , w/Y£ £/»/&-

*r adorning the meadows and fields. The merry, mer^

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^g^ii^iiiii

ry fftfrry /jcrn r<z//.f come, come, come away, awake from

mmm.

your /lumbers, and hail the new day.

The flag rous'd before us,

Away feems to fly,
Atid pants to the chorus,

Of hounds in full cry.
Gho. Then follow fallow follow follow,

The mufical chace,
Where pleafure and vigour,

And health all embrace.

The day's fport when over,
Makes blood circle right,
And gives the briik lover,
Frefh charms for the night*
Cho. Then let us, let us now enjoy
All we can while we may ;
Let love crown the night,
As our fDorts crown the da v.
Yij

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I?2

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXXIX.
BONNY JEAN.

i?l|ip

ZJ_lfc W «5"

Love's goddefs in a myrtle grove, faid, Cupid, bend

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I","M — Br r1^ 1 — "i#*M — — i i

■— l-^_ __ * — 1 — H-H- ~ ziSz~:r3iir^i

thy bow with fpeed, nor let the Jh aft at random revey
^:~T"H'1'"F — ffTT'T"! — iZI "IFl

for Jen~nyys haughty heart mufi bleed, Thefmil-

i3±__pL :EpE:E_:E_ p_c:

ing boy with di-vine art from Paphos Jhot an arrow

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^(?(?w, which few unerring to the heart, and kill'd the

-m-

>— ai—

pride of bonny Jean,

No more the nymph, with haughty air,
Refufes Willy's kind addrefs ;
Her yielding blufhes fhew no care,
But too much fondnefs to fupprefs.

VOGAL ENCHANTRESS, lj$

■ No more the youth is fullen now,
But looks the gayeft on the green,
Whilil every day he fpies fome new
Surprizing charms in bonny Jean.

A thoufand tranfports crowd his breaft,
He moves as light as fleeting wind ;
His former forrows feem a jeft
Now when his Jenny is turn'd kind.
Riches he looks on with difdain,
The glorious fields of war look mean ;
The chearful hound and horn gives pain j
If abfent from his bonny Jean.

The day he fpends in am'rous gaze,
Which ev'n in fummer mort'ned feems ;
When funk in downs, with glad amaze,
He wonders at her in his dreams.
All charms difclos'd, me locks more bright
Than Troy's prize, the Spartan Queen.
With breaking day, he lifts his fight,
And pants to be with bdnny Jean.

*74

calliope: or the

SONG XC.
PINKY HOUSE.

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jBy Pin-hie houfe oft let me ivalk, -while eir-cled

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lot

r» Twy tf/vwj / /:><?#/- #zy Nelly fweetly talk, and gaze

«Vr 0// Z><?r charms. 0 let me ever fond be

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iw/^ /j&0/£ gra-ces void of art, thofe chearfulfmiles that

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s jo_u"zrD,,> itzr^r """sztzd"a±zl — ^J
tz:^^=^±^r^P=^:^±37=J

fweetly hold in vjill—ing chains my heart.

O come, my love ! and bring a-new

That gentle turn of mind ;
That gracefulnefs of air, in you,

By nature's hand defign'd j
That beauty like the bluming rofe,

Firft lighted up this flame ;
Which, like the fun, for ever glows

Within my breaft the fame.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 5^5

Ye light coquets ! ye airy things !

How vain is all your art !
How feldom it a lover brings !

How rarely keeps a heart !
O gather from my Nelly's charms,

That fweet, that graceful eafe ;
That blufliing modefty that warms ;

That native art to pleafe !

Come then, my love ! O come along.

And feed me with thy charms j
Come, fair infpirer of my fong,

O fill my longing arms.
A flame like mine can never die,

While charms, fo bright as thine,
So heav'nly fair, both pleafe the eye,

And fill the foul divine !

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XCI.
WHEN ABSENT FROM THE NYMPH.

iSIlliiiiiglUs! '

When abfent from the nymph I love, V d fain Jhake sff

as

:qq~— r;;

//><? chains 1 wear, but whil/i IJlrive thefe to remove,

'M

-m—
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more fetters I'm obliged to bear. My captiv* d fancy day

m

— F 1 — rl b — H 1 r "*e"3?"~~] ^ ]

#/z<i night, fairer and fairer re-prefenis, Be -lin-da formed

EifeitSii?;

ybr </#v delight, but cruel caufe of my complaints.

All day I wander through the groves,

And, fighing, hear from ev'ry tree,
The happy birds chirping their loves j

Happy, compar'd with lonely me.
When gently fleep with balmy wings,

To reft fans ev'ry weary'd wight,
A thou/and fears my fancy brings,

That keep me watching all the night,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. I Jf

Sleep flies, while like the goddefs fair,

And all the graces in her. train,
With melting iniiles and killing air,

Appears the caufe of all my pain.
A while my mind delighted flies

O'er all her fweets with thrilling joy ;
Whilft want of worth makes doubts arife,

That all my trembling hopes deltroy.

Thus, while my thoughts are fjx'd on her.

Pro. ail o'er tranfport and defire ;
My pulfe beats high, my cheeks appear

All rofes, and mine eyes all fire.
When to myfelf I turn my view,

My veins grow chill, my cheeks looks want
Thus, whilft my fears my pains renew,

I fcarcely look, or love a man.

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CALLIOPE : OR THL

SONG XCII.
BRAES OF BALLENDEAN.

El35fe^?-P

^:3^p©z^~

W

Be-neath a green fnade a lovely young fwain, one
evening re-clin'd to dif- — co — ver his fain: Jo

fcm

j— — i —

fad, yet fo fweetly , he warbled his woe, the wind ceas* d

-— — toua! — ' 1 r— — E — ' ^*»— "tuuaKamt — * r~ — -*^ — taat^J — -

3

F_S£l3J L £jt£lff'

/o breathe, and the fountains to flow; rude winds

w;7/3 companion could hear him complain, yet Chloe lefs
*^qziz^fig'?:^®^:~zzT:z3~33z=:zz:_zr:zzzz

gentle was deaf to his firain.

How happy he cry'd, my moments once flew,
E'er Chloe's bright charms firft flafti'd in my view !
Thofe eyes, then, with pleafure, the dawn could furvey 3
Nor fmil'd the fair morning more chearful than they.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. I J$

Now, fcenes of diftrefs pleafe only my fight :
1 ficken in pleafure, and languiih in light.

Thro' changes, in vain, relief I purfue:
All, all, but confpire, my griefs to renew :
From funfhine, to zephyrs and fhades, we repair ;
To funfhine we fly from too piercing an air :
But love's ardent fever burns always" the fame!
No winter can cool it, no fummer inflame.

But, fee ! the pale moon, all clouded, retires !
The breezes grow cool, not Strephon's defires !
I fly from the dangers of tempeft and wind :
Yet nourifh the madnefs that preys on my mind.
Ah, wretch ! how can life be worthy thy care,
Since length'ning it's moments but lengthens defpair?

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XCIII.
TWEED-SIDE.

What beauties does Flora difclofe, howfweet are her

•» — I-

r— t— I- ,

. (M^_.

T-+— f- .

3

pSatpy^::

/miles u-pon Tweed, yet Mary's flill fweeter than thofe,
1 ^iHssaiftcSitr

ife±iif£:Ei-f

&tfi> nature and fancy exceed.

No dai-fy, norfweet

blufhing rcfe^ nor all the gay flow' rs of the field, nor

i"li|Siili||gpSS:-

Tweed gliding gent-ly thro1 thefe fuch beau-ty and plea-

tr

fure does yield.

The warblers are heard in the grove,
The linnet, the lark, and the thrufh,

The blackbird and fweet cooing dove,
With mufic enchant every bufti.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. l8l

Come, let us go forth to the mead,'

Let us fee how the prirhrofes fpring ;
We'll lodge in fome village on Tweed,

And love while the feather'd folks ling,

How does my love pafs the lang day ?

Does Mary not tend a few iheep ?
Do they never carelefsly ftray,

While happily me lies afleep ?
Tweed's murmurs fhould lull her to reft j

Kind nature indulging my blifs,
To relieve the faft pains of my breaft,

I'd fteal an ambrofial kifs.

'Tis (he does the virgins excel,

No beauty with her may compare ;
Love's graces around her do dwell :

She's faireft where thoufands are fair.
Say, charmer, where do thy flocks ftray,

Oh ! tell me at noon where they feed ;
Shall I feek them on fweet winding Tay,

Or pleafanter banks of the Tweed.

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XCIV.
THRO' THE WOOD LADDIE.

--•-

0 San-dy, why leaves thou thy Nelly t* mourn, thy

prefence could cafe me, when naithing can pleafe me, now

dow-ie I figh on the banks of the burn, or thro1 the
ZZIZJiri^± j IjIIIr "~~. ~~jall~ri T~~i?

f — "ST .
w<3C6? laddie, un—til thou return. Tho* woods now are

]MT- [»fc

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-88 —

£<sy, £W^ mornings fo clear, while lavrocks arefmging,

and prim- -ro-fes fpringing: yet none of them pleafe my
"> "> .^ ^ _ _

f/f or wjr wr, wfo« f£r«' *fo tw^/ /<k&//£ jv <#/ztf<*

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. jSj

That I am forfaken, fome fpare na to tell : ,

I'm fafh'd wi' their fcorning,

Baith evening and morning ;
Their jeering gaes aft to my heart wi* a ^nell,
When thro' the wood, laddie, I wander myfell.

Then flay, my dear Sandy, nae langer away,

But quick as an arrow,

Hafte here to thy marrow ;
"Vena's living in langour, till that happy day,
When thro' the wood, laddie, we'll dance, fin? and play,

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XGV.
BRITISH GRENADIERS.

jj -J— « gc- fs~ p— — — 4— -4--!— 0._X.ff_<a. "* f^ __r H

S07»£ ta/£ of A-lexander, andfomc of Hercu—les, of I

pgligE^flfelji

Conon, and Lyfander, andfome Milti--a~des ; but of all t

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:zi

the -world's brave heroes there's none that can compare,

iff H — r~r "2F ^ r~ i — — — M — r "*"r"— rirH

fzab-ci: r r H-l r"gf'~rT~r"L 1 s

•with a tow, row, row, row, row, to the Britijh gre-na-

:tr_:t -£L;£ :£ :£..

diers. But of all the world's brave heroes, there's none

. :=z±:

that can compare, with a tow, row, row, row, row, to

-p -e

^

the Britijh grena--diers»

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 185

None of thofe ancient heroes e'er faw a cannon ball,
Or knew the force of powder to flay their foes withal ;
But our brave boys do know it, and baniih all their fears,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, the Britifh Grenadiers.
But our brave boys, &c.

Whene'er we are commanded to ftorm the Palifades,
Our leaders march with fufees, and we with hand granades,,
We throw them from the glacis about our enemies ears,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, the Britifh Grenadiers.
We throw them, £sV.

The god of war was pleafed, and great Bellona fmiles,
To fee thefe noble heroes, of our Britilh liles ;
And all the gods celeftial, defcended from their fpheres,
Beheld With admiration the Britifh Grenadiers.
And all the gods celeftial, &V.

Then let us crown a bumper, and drink a health to thofe
Who carry caps and pouches that wear the looped clothes.
May they and their commanders, live happy all their years,
•With a tow, row, row, row, row, the Britifh Grenadiers.
May they and their commanders, £sV.

v*. 3

i86

cAlliop£ : Or the

SONG xcvr.

MY JOCKEY.

My laddie is gone far a-way o'er the plain, while

"T li^iizijE^s^^i^ziiiifczrpzini^iL: :E> Pz

in for row, behind I'm forc'd to remain, tho' blue bells

-Z" *3C_
tf«<i violets the hedges adorn, tho' trees are in bloffom, and

S33

P--

•ts

ZZZZZHf

.- ^»««—

?:atz>z^zz:?z^JS?z

_ —- .^ (nj *-i — > * —

fweet blows the thorn, no pleafure they give me, in vain

3^

zzLZZjzsziffzi^s;i.A.zzdz

■fir— a

- hrH —

they look gay ; there' s nothing can pleafe nozv, my jock-
ey* i away. Forlorn I fdftnging, and this is my ft rain,

hajle, hajle my dear Jockey, hajle, hajle my dear Jockey,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, 1 87

hqfle, bajle ?ny dear Jockey, to me back again.

When lads, and their laffes, are on the green met ;

They dance, and they fing; and they laugh, and they chat;

Contented and happy, with hearts full of glee :

I can't without envy, their merriment fee. .

Thofe paftimes offend me ; my fhepherd's not there :

No pleamre I reliih, that Jockey don't {hare.

It makes me to figh ; I from tears fcarce refrain,

I wifh my dear Jockey,

I wiih my dear Jockey,

I wiih my dear Jockey return'd back again.

But hope mail fuftain me ; nor will I deFpair :

He promis'd he would in a fortnight be here.

On fond expe&ation my wiihes I'll feaft ;

For love my dear Jockey to Jenny will hafte.

Then, farewell, each care : and, adieu, each vain figh :

Who'll then be fo bleft, or lb happy, as I ?

I'll nng on the meadows, and alter my {train.

When Jockey returns,

When Jockey returns,

"When Jockey returns to my arms back again.

A a

i88

CALLIOPE : OR THI

SONG XCVII.
WHY HANGS THAT CLOUD.

Why bangs that cloud u-pon thy brow, that beauteous

r-*-

:zq~

z^J3^-JzM9z^z=^:bE±:E:
heaven e'er while ferene, whence do thefejiorms and tern-

-ft*
2£1

fejfsJJow, or what this gujl of pqjjion mean: and muji-

then mankind lofe that tight, which in thine eyes was wont

-&— =ai—

tofhine, and ly obfcur'd in endlefs night, for each poor

j».

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f±fc

§eS

BE

fil-4yfpeech of mine.

Dear child, how can I wrong thy name,
Since 'tis acknowledged at all hand?,

That could ill tongues abufe thy fame,
Thy beauty can make large amends j

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. I$9

Or if I durfl profanely try

Thy beauty's powerful charms t' upbraid,
Thy virtue well might give the lie,

Nor call thy beauty to it's aid.

For Venus every heart t' enfnare,

With all her charms has deck'd thy face,
And Pallas with unufual care,

Bids wifdorn heighten every grace.
Who can the double pain endure !

Or who muft not refign the field
To thee, celeftial maid, fecure

With Cupid's bow, and Pallas' fhieJd ?

If then to thee fuch pow'r is given,

Let not a wretch in torment live,
But fmile, and learn to copy Heaven,

Since we muft fin ere it forgive.
Yet pitying Heaven not only does

Forgive th' offender and th' offence,
But even itfelf appeas'd beftows,

As the reward of penitence.

190

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XCVIII.
LEADER-HAUGHS AND YARROW.

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pynipiipi

5Fe3:3_ ...

The morn was fair, f aft was the air, all nature's fweets

-iq_

were fpringing. The buds did bow withjiher dew, ten

IBifeii

— 1--

:z— :nt±±zj.M:

thoufand birds were finging; when on the bent with blyik

content, young 'Jamie fang his marrow, nae bonnier lafs

2SEfc~p

■boa1

i-t--

e'er trod the grafs on leader -haughs and yarrow.

How fweet her face, where ev'ry grace

In heavenly beauty's planted !
Her fmiling een, and comely mein,

That nae perfection wanted.
I'll never fret, nor ban my fate,

But blefs my bonny marrow :
If her dear fmile my doubts beguile,

My mind (hall ken nae for row.

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VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. I9I

Yet tho' file's fair, and has full {hare

Of ev'ry charm inchanting,
Each good turns ill, and foon will kill

Poor me, if love be wanting,
O bonny lafs ! have but the grace

To think ere ye gae further,
Your joys maun flit, if you commit

The crying fin of murder.

My wand'ring ghaifl will ne'er get reft,

And day and night affright ye ;
But if ye're kind, and joyful mind,

I'll fludy to delight ye.
Our years around with love thus crown'd,

From all things joy ihall borrow :
Thus none Ihall be more bled than we,

On Leader-haughs and Yarrow.

O fweetefl Sue! 'tis only you

Can make life worth my wifhes,
If equal love your mind can move

To grant this belt of blifles.
Thou art my fun, and thy leaft frown

Would blafl me in the blofTom :
But if thou fhine, and make me thine,

I'll fiourifh in thy bofom.

192

CALLIOPE: OR THE

SONG XCXX.
THE BANKS OF FORTH.

Te Sylvian paw' rs that rule the plain, where fweet*

ly wind—ing Forth'- a glides, conducl me to her banks

a — gain,fince there my charming Mary bides, Thejm

banks that breathe their vernal fweet s where ev'—ry

fmiling beau — ty meets, where Mary's charms adorn

the plain, and chear the heart of ev'—ry JwaM

••■al-

Oft in the thick embow'ring groves,
Where birds their mufic chirp aloud,

Alternately we fing our loves,
And Fortha's fair meanders view'd-

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

The meadows wore a gen'ral fmile,
Love was our banquet all the while ;
The lovely profped: charm'd the eye,
To where the ocean met the Iky.

Once on the grafiy bank reclin'd, ,

Where Forth ran by in murmurs deep,

It was my happy chance to find
The charming Mary lull'd afleep.

My heart then leap'd with inward blifs,

I foftly ftoop'd and ftole a kifs ;

She wak'd, fhe blufh'd, and gently blam'd,

Why, Damon ! are you not afhain'd ?

Ye Sylvan Pow'rs, ye Rural Gods,

To whom we fwains our cares impart,
Reftore me to thefe blefs'd abodes,

And eafe, oh ! eafe my love-lick heart;
Thefe happy days again reftore,
When Mall and I fhall part no more ;
When fhe fhall fill thefe longing arms,
And crown my blifs with all her charms.

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194

calliope: or the

SONG C.

FOR ME MY FAIR.

h_ ,-.

For me my fair a wreath has wove, where rival 1

ESSE EEEEEE J=piz^i=iEpE: ¥3:

flowers in union meet, where rival flow Ws in wiiM

meet : As oftjhe kifs^d this gift of love, her breatWk

llpiiiliitliii

gave fweetnefs to thefweet; as oftjhe kiftd this gift]

"""!> ^_JR.

z?zz±=±=z^EE^E= — :t=-

1=30

/cw, her breath gave fweetnefs to thefweet, \ ?rl

1

—

breath gave fweetnefs to thefweet*

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. I95

A bee within a damafk rofe

Had crept, the neclar'd dew to fip ;
But lefler fweets the thief forgoes,

And fixes on Louifa's lip.

There, tailing all the bloom of fpring,
Wak'd by the rip'ning breath of May,

Th' ungrateful fpoiler left his fting,
And with the honey fled away.

Bbij

ig6 calliope: or the

SONG CI.
COME, COME, MY JOLLY LADS.

Come, come, my jolly lads, the wind? s abaft, brifk gales our <

z^Ei=Ezz?z±=pzfc=^zti=:5=£zti

fails Jhall croud-, Come buflle, buflle, buflle boys, hawl the

'.T': "JrETerrBfe

boat, the boatfwain pipes a-loud. The /hip's unmoor' dt

all hands on board, The rifing gale fills ev'ry fail, the

Jhip's well manned and filor'd : 'Then Jling the flowi,

jEdjEJE^:

fta

C2

bowl; Fond hopes arife, the girls we prize J] jail blefs

^m

~t

=t±t-::zs£i:ztz

fesEEfei

£

raofr jovial foul. The cann, boys, bring, we'll drink

m ~^ :S:

andjing, while foaming billows mJL

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

Tho' to the Spanifh coaft

We're bound to fleer,
We'll ftill our rights maintain ;
Then bear a hand, be fteady bop.

Soon we'll fee
Old England once again :

From more to more,

While cannons roar,
Our tars mall mow
The haughty foe

Britannia rules the main.

Then fling the flowing bowl ;

Fond hopes arife,

The girls we prize
Shall blefs each jovial foul :

The cann, boys, bring,

WV11 drink and ling,
While foaming billows roll,

197

CJ10. Then fling the, £cc.

193

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CII.
HARK! HARK!

j

Hark ! hark I the joy in -fpi - ring horn, Sa-lutes the

ro-fy ri-Jing morn, And e - choes thro'* the dale -
And e - choes thro* the dale : With clamorous peals the\

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££

~k-»l H-U

iSP!

hills refound, The hounds quick /cent - ed fcowW the

rHfrgp-r-

ground, And fnujf the fragrant gale Andfnuff

—— 1

5FE^EgggEE=I

:*:iaz2:

the fragrant gale.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS

Nor gates nor hedges can impede-
The brilk high-mettl'd ftarting fteed,

The jovial pack purfue ;
Like lightening darting o'er the plains,
The diftant hills with fpeed he gains,

And fees the game in view.

Her path the timid hare forfakes,
And to the copfe for fhelter makes,

There pants a while for breath ;
When now the noife alarms her ear,
Her haunt's defcry'd, her fate is near,

She fees approaching death.

Directed by the well-known breeze,
The hounds their trembling vi£tim feize

She faints, fhe falls, me dies :
The diftant courfers now come in,
And join the loud triumphant din,

Till echo rend the fkies.

199

•200

CALLIOPE : OR TH£

SONG CIII.
THO' LATE I WAS PLUMP.

hrr — — — -r — — v P

Thd1 late I was plump, round, and jolly, I now am as\

-*-

thin as a rod ; Oh ! love is the caufe of my folly, andfoom

P 11 lie under a fod. Sing ditherum doodle, nagety, !
_w w ^ sj^ N Q_

nagety, tragety, rum, and goof etherum foodie, Fidgety,

IEE

fidgety, nidgety, mum.

Dear Kathleen, then why did you flout me,
A lad that's fo cofey and warm ?

Oh ! ev'ry thing's handfome about me,
My cabin and fnug little farm.
Sing ditherum, &c.

Vocal enchantress. 201

What tho' I have fcrap'd up no money ?

No duns at my chamber attend ;
On Sunday I ride brt niy poney,

And ftill have a bit for a friend.
Sing ditherum, &c.

The cock courts his hens all around mej
The fparrow, the pigeon, and dove ;

Oh ! how all this courting confounds me,
When I look and think of my love.
Sing ditherum, &-c.

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20-2

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CIV.
SINCE YOU MEAN

t±Z

ligoggppti

Since you mean to hire for fervice, Come with me, you
jol - ly dog. Ton can help to bring home harvejl, Toil]
can help to bring home harve/l, ''tend thejheep, and

im

feed the hog. Farra diddle dol, Farra diddle dol,

tzzfUzczizTEz

wsm^=

tol ti di tol di ti di tol dol dol.

With three crowns, your {landing wages,

You fhall daintily be fed ;
Bacon, beans,v falt-beef, and cabbage,

Butter-milk, and oaten bread.
Farra diddle, &c.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 203

Come, ftrike hands, you'll live in clover

And when daily labour's over

We'll all dance to your ftrum ftrum.
Farra diddle, &-c.

Done; ftrike hands," I take your offer ;

Farther on I may fare worfe ;
Xooks ! I can no longer fufter

Hungry guts and empty purfe.
Farra diddle, &c.

)

When we get you once at home ;

Cc

234

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CV.
BY Ttf E GAILY

By the gaily circling glafs, We can fee how minutes \
pafs ; By the hollow cafk we're told How the waning

a •

ff— K—

±Z5ffiI^XE

eee|

/light grows old, How the waning night grows old.

nc

HI

fcfelipillippEEils

Soon, too foon, the bu-fy day drives us from our f port

a - way. What have we with day to do P Sons ofCaret

'twas made for you ! Sons of Care, 'twas made for you !

By the lilence of the owl,

By the chirping on the thorn,
By the butts that empty roll,

We foretel th' approach of morn.
Fill, then, fill the vacant glafs,

Let no precious moment ilip j
Flout the moralizing afs ;

Joys find entrance at the lip.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

2 05

SONG CVI.
IANTHE THE LOVELY.

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I- an-the the lovely, the joy of her fwain, by Jphis

mm

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was lov* d,and lov\l Iphis again. She liv'd in the youth,

find the youth in the fair; their pleafure was equal, and

equal their care; No delight, no enjoyment, their dotage
withdrew ; but the longer they liv* d f till the fonder they

■f,::f U,f E-tx-feffc^E^

grew. No delight, no enjoyment, their dotage withdrew;
£?// ££<? longer they I'rSdjlill the fonder they grew.

206

CALLIOPE : OR THE

A paflion fo happy alarm'd all the plain :

Some envy'd the nymph ; but more envy'd the fwain :

Some fwore 'twou'd be pity their loves to invade,

That the lovers alone for each other were made.

But all, all confented, that none ever knew

A nymph be more kind, or a fhepherd fo true.

Love faw them with pleafure, and vow'd to take care
Of the faithful, the tender, the innocent pair ;
What either might want he bid either to move ;
ISut they wanted nothing but ever to love.
He faid all to blefs them his godhead cou'd do,
That they ftill fhou'd be kind and they fhou'd be true,

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SONG CVII.
LIFE IS CHECQUER'D.

Philofophical. Jovial,

Life is checquer^d j toil and pleafure Jill up all the va-

rious meafure. See the crew in flannel jerkins , Drinking,

_^_ _ „ _ ___ __ _^

toping flip by firkins ; And, as they raife the tip to their

hap-py Up, On the deck is heard nq o - ther found, But

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207

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m

prithee, Jack, prithee, Dick, prithee, Sam, prithee-, To?n,

Let the cann go round. Then hark to the boat/wain's

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whiftle ! whijlle ! Then hark to the boatfwaiii's whijlle!

whijlle ! Biiflle, bujlle, hujlle, my hoy : Let usjlir,

let us toil, but let's drink all the while ; For labour's the
price of our joy, For labour' s the price of our joy.

Life is checquer'd ; toil and pleafure
Fill up all the various meaiure.
Hark ! the crew, with fun-burnt faces,
Chanting black-ey'd Sufan's graces :

And, as they raife their notes

Thro' their rufty throats,
On the deck is heard no other found, &c. &c.

208 CALLIOPE : OR TH£

Life is checquer'd ; toil and pleafure
Fill up all the various meafure.
Hark ! the crew their cares difcarding
With huftle-cap, or with chuck-farthing :

Still in a merry pin,

Let them lofe or win,
On the deck is heard no other found, &c. &c.

SONG CVIII.
YOU THE POINT MAY CARRY.

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Tqu the point may carry, If a while you tarry; — But

Js , ,

for you, I tell you true, no, you I'll never marry \
Tou the point may carry, If awhilcyoutarry ; — But f of
you, I tell you true, no, you P 11 never marry.

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Care our fouls diibwning,
Punch our forrows drowning,

Laugh and love,

And ever prove
Joys our willies crowning;
Care our, &c,

To the church I'll hand her.
Then thro* the world I'll wander ;

I'll fob and ligh

Until I die
A poor forfaken gander.
To the church, &.c.

Each pious priefl iince Mofes
One mighty truth difclofes j

You're never vex't

If this his text,
Go fuddle all your ridfes,
£ach pious, &c.

l)d

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calliope: or the

SONG CIX.
HOW LITTLE DO THE LANDMEN KNOW.

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i/oif /i^/<? do £/->? landmen know Of what we Jailors
feel, Wloen waves do mount and winds do blow ; But wt

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affed*§g^

<&aw hearts of Jleel. No danger can affright us,

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JVo enemy Jl) all flout ; We'' II make the monjieurs right

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wj- .■ £0 tofs the cann about.

Stick flout to orders, meflmates ;

We'll plunder, burn, and link.
Then, France, have at your firft-rates :

For Britons never fhrink.
We'll rummage all we fancy ;

We'll bring them in by {core's :
And Moll and Kate and Nancy

Shall roll in Louis d'ors.

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While here at Deal we're lying

With our noble commodore,
We'll fpend our wages freely, boys,

And then to fea for more.
In peace we'll drink and ling, boys ;

In war we'll never fly.
Here's a health to George our king, boys,

And the royal family.

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2ir

SONG CX.
GOOD MORROW TO YOUR NIGHT-CAP.

ztzpntzzia

Dear Kathleen, you no doubt find Sleep how very fweet

His ; Dogs hark and cocks have crowed out j Tou never

dream how late "'tis. This morning gay I pojl away,

to have with you a bit of play ; on two legs rid along
_# J* m _- ,

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to bid Good morrow to your night-cap.
Ddij

212 CALLIOPE 3 OR THE

Laft night a little boufy

With whifky, ale, and cyder,
I afk'4 young Betty Bloufy
To let me fit befide her.
Her anger rofe ;
And, four as floes,
The little gipfey cock'd her nofe*
Yet here I'.ve rid along to bid
Good morrow to your night-cap..

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SONG CXI.
WHEN MY WTFE IS LAID IN GROUND.

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0 what pleafures will abound When my wife is

PPliiliiilllll

laid in ground! Let earth cover her, we' 7* dance

over her, Wljen my wife i^s fad ^n ground.

Oh how happy fhou'd I be

Would little Nyfa pig with me !

How I'd mumble her, touze and tumble her,

Wou'd little Nyfa pig with me !

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SONG CXII.
WHY HEAVES.

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/'fZy/ heaves my fond bo -font P Ah ! what can it mean P

Why jiut-ters my heart which was once Jo fe - rene ?

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Why this figh-ing and trembling when Daphne is near P

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_p — .rrz!rrr_. _, r ^a?_ ;jT3Tfl,«W| -4-4" — :

Or why, whenjhe's ab -fent, this for-row and fear P

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Or why, when foe* s abfent, this for -row and fear P

For ever, methinks, I with wonder could trace
The thoufand foil charms that emhellifli thy face.
Each moment I view thee, new beauties I find :
With thy face I am charm'd ; but enflav'd by thy mind.

Untainted with folly ; unfullied by pride :
There native good humour and virtue refide.
Pray Heaven that virtue thy foul may fupply
With compafiion for him who without thee muft die.

214

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXIII.
WHERFS MY SWAIN.

■ar*— -— j> — fe zztsi.'ltLidt — T^szQ^-zt —

IVbere's myfwainfo blithe and clever? Why d'ye leave

me all in forrow P Three whole days are gone for ever

K^lI:Sil

Since you faid you1 d come to-morrow. If you lov'd but
half as I do, ToiCd been here with looks fa bonny;

*rfrPfj — f'~P~F~TT*~~H"r*=z~&~T~~Wf'~

Love has fiy-ing wings I well know , Not for ling- ring

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la - 2y Johnny. Love has flying wings I well know,

m'Wtf\tf"f'F'TTl"~?V h 1 11 ~rr=:

— LJ W L-kBl — Jv*a: ■ '■ -■ rr»"

Not for lingering la - %y Johnny.

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What can he be now a-doing ?

Is he with the laffes Maying ?
He had better here be wooing

Than with others fondly playing.
Tell me truly where he's roving,

That I may no longer forrow.
If he's weary grown of loving,

Let him tell me fo to-morrow.

Does fome fav'rite rival hide thee ?

Let her be the happy creature :
I'll not plague myfelf to chide thee,

Nor difpute with her a feature.
But I can't and will not tarry,

Nor will kill myfelf with forrow :
I may lofe the time to marry

If I wait beyond to-morrow.

Think not, fhephef d, thus to brave me *

If I'm yours, pray wait no longer :
If you won't, another '11 have me.

I may cool but not grow fonder.
If your lovers, girls, forfa£e ye,

Whine not in defpair and forrow^
Bleft another lad may make ye.

Stay for none beyond to-morrow.

2l6

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXIV.
THE LAND OF DELIGHT.

As you mean to Jet fail for the land of delight,

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And in wedlock' *s foft hammock to fwing ev'ry night j

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KZ

If you hope that your voyage fuc-cefs -fuljhou 'd prove,

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Fill your fails with affection t your cabins with love.

Iflp

If you hope that your voyage fuccefsfuljhou'd prove,

Fill your fails with affection , your cabins with love.

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Fill your fails with affection, your ca-bins with love.

S9£

Let your heart, like the main-maft, be ever upright,
And the union you boaft, like our tackle, be tight ;
Of the fhoals of indifF'rence be fure to keep clear,
And the quickfands of jealoufy never come near.

But if vapours and whims, like fea-ficknefs, prevail,
You muft fpread all your canvas and catch the frefh gale :
For if brifk blows the wind and there comes a rough

fea,
You muft lower your top-fail and feud under lee.

If hufbands e'er hope to live peaceable lives,

They muft reckon themfelves, give the helm to their

wives :
ror the fmopther we fail, boys, we're fafeft from harm,
Lnd on Ihipboard the head is ftill rul'd by the helm.

hen lift to your pilot, my boys, and be wife ;
my precepts you fcorn and my maxims defpife,
J^. brace of proud antlers your brows may adorn ;
And a hundred to one but you double Cape Horn.

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218

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXV.

THE OLD WOMAN'S SONG.

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Old women we are, and as wife in the chair ; and as

Jit for the quorum as men. We can f cold on the bench,

liilpiil^illipll

and ex - amine a wench ; and like them, and like them,
N

and like them can be wrong now and then, new and

then, now and then; and like them can be wrong now
Chorus.

and then. For look the world thro\ and yoiC 11 find,

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219

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nine in ten, Old women can do, Old women can do,

3=

£im

Old women can do as much as old men.

We can hear a fad cafe with a no-meanirlfg face,

And tho' fhallow yet feem to be deep :
Leave all to the clerk ; and when matters grow dark,

Their worfhips had better go fleep.
For look, &c.

When our wifdom istalk'd, and hard queftions are afkM,

We anfwer them bell with a fnore ;
We can mump a tit bit, and can joke without wit :
I And what can their worfhips do more ?
For look, &c.

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12$

CALLIOPE I OR THE

SONG CXVI.
THE THING.

Fine fongfters a-po-lo-gies too often ufe : When calV d\

on Vm ready tojing. With hums or with haws ne'er

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attempt to refufe : And egad. Sirs, I'll give you the

thing, the thing j and egad, Sirs, F 11 give you the thing.

Conceited our beaux arm in arm walk the ftreet ;

In idlenefs take their full fwing :
Each levels his glafs when a lady they meet ;

And if ^handfome, they fwear — file's the thing.

Thus at Smithfield the jockey his nag will commend jj
What a fhape ! why, he's fit for the king !

He's found wind and limb, on the word of a friend y
And for fpirits — he's really the thing.

With lmile of felf-intereft the landlord imparts,

Butt-entire I always do bring :
Old ftingo I draw that will cherifh your hearts ;

And in flavour indeed — 'tis the thing.

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See Jenny with Jocky to playhoufe repair

Mifs Brent to hear warble and fing ;
Pretenders to mufic, they praife ev'ry air

With I vow and proteft— <- fhe's the thing.

The fportfman with joy views the hare in full fpeed,

In ecitafy hears the Iky ring ;
With cry of the hounds, and of each neighing fteed,

And in tranfport he cries — 'tis the thing.

The prude her own perfon confults in the glafs,

Admiring her finger and ring ;
Then concludes that her beauty all others furpafs,

And that man muft confefs — fhe's the thing.

Jack Tar, full of glee, to the garden will ftroll,
In fearch, Sirs, of fomething like 1 — g ;

There boards on Moll Jenkins, and fwears by his foul
She's rigg'd, fore and aft — quite the thing.

The parfon, well pleas' d, trims the fmoaking Sir Loin,

And flyly leers at the pudding ;
Lord blefs me, he cries, how nobly I dine !

O pudding and beef is — the thing !

i
But, clafp'd in the arms of a good-natur'd pair.

With mutual embraces we cling ;
That enjoyment alone difpels ev'ry care,

Which you all mult allow is — the thing.

222

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXVII.

HE STOLE MY TENDER HEART AWAY.

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The fields were green T the hills were gay, And birds

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werejinging on each f pray, When Colin met me in th
grove, And told me tender tales of love. Was ever fwaih'i

jy— It — T f*— T~7~~">— TT-Vrrrff--g

fo blithe as he? So kind, fo faithful, and fo free ? In

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fpite of all my friends cou'dfay, Y.oung Colin flole my

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heart away. In fpite of all my friends coiCd fay, Toung

giEyfeigi=Ei*

Colin flole my heart away.

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Whene'er he trips the meads along
He fweetly joins the woodlark's fong ;
And when he dances on the green
There's none fo blithe as Colin feen.
If he's but by I nothing fear ;
For I alone am all his care :
Then, fpite of all my friends can lay.
He's ftole my tender heart away.

My mother chides whene'er I roam,
And feems furpris'd I quit my home :
But fhe'd not wonder that I rove,
Did fhe but feel how much I love.
Full well I know the gen'rous fwain
Will never give my bofom pain :
Then, fpite of all my friends can fay,
He's Hole my tender heart a\yay.

224

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXVIII.
COME ON, MY BRAVE TARS.

Come on, my brave tars, Let's away to the wars, To i

honour and glory advance : For now we've beat

I 1* 1 L. — -L^i* I_L._.

Spain, Let us try this campaign To humble the pride

of old France, my brave boys ; to humble the pride of*-

'&-

SeHee*

eld France.

See William, brave prince,

A true blue ev'ry inch,
Who will honour th' illuftrious name.

May he conqueror be

O'er our empire the fea,
And tranfmit Britifh laurels to fame,
My brave boys, &c.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 225

Three heroes combin'd,

When the Dons they cou'd find,
Vied who fhou'd be foremoft in battle:

By no lee-fhore affrighted,

Altho' they're benighted,
They made Britifti thunder to rattle,
Brave boys, &c.

See Dalrymple, Prevoft,

Gallant Barrington too,
And Farmer who glorioufly fell ;

With brave Pearfon : all knew

That the hearts of true blue,
Once rouz'd, not the world cou'd excel,
My brave boys, &c.

With fuch heroes as thofe,

Tho' we've numberlefs foes,
Britifh valour refplendent fhall mine :

And we ftill hope to {how

That their pride will be low
In eighty, as fam'd fifty-nine,
My brave boys, &c.

Then, brave lads, enter here,

And partake of our cheer ;
You mail feaft and be merry and ling.

With the grog at your nofe

Drink luccefs to true blues :
Huzza ! and fay God lave the King !
My brave boys, See.

F f

226

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXIX.
JOHNNY'S GREY BREEKS.

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flP##2 I zv as in my fe^enteen years, I was baith

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■*■• '■*.-* B .^"

M*Z><? rt«J bonny, 0. The lads lo" 'ed me baitb far and

near j But I Wed nane but Johnny, 0. He gairtd

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my heart in twa three weeks, He Jpak' fae blithe and

Ex3

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kindly, 0 ; And I made him new grey breeks That fitted

him mojl finely j 0. He gained my heart in twa thret

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227

f^ii^SMlh^i&M

weeks, He /pah* fae blithe and kindly, O ; And I made him

new grey breeks That fitted him mojl finely, 0.

He was a handfome fellow ;

His humour was baith frank and free :. -
Jiis bonny locks fae yellow, ,

Like gou'd they glitter'd in my ee'.
His dimpl'd chin and rofy cheeks,

And face fae fair and ruddy, O ;
And then a- days his grey breeks

Were neither auld nor duddy, O,

But now they are thread-bare worn ;

They're wider than they wont to be ;
Xhey're tafhed like and fair torn ;

And clouted fair on ilka knees
But gin I had a fummer's day,

As I have had right mony, O,
I'll mak' a web o' new grey

To be breeks to my Johnny, O.

For he's weel wordy o' them,

And better gin I had to gi'e ;
And I'll tak' pains upo' them ;

Frae fau'ts I'll ftrive to keep them free,
To dead him weel fhall be my care,

And pleafe him a' my ftudy, O j
But he maun wear the auld pair

A wee, tho' they be duddv, (X
Ff ij

228 CALLIOPE ! OR THE

For when the lad was in his prime,

Like him there was nae mony, O.
He ca'd me ay his bonny thing :

Say, wha wou'd nae lo'e Johnny, O ?
Sae I lo'e Johnny's grey breeks

For a' the care they've gi'en me yet ;
And gin we live anither year

We'll keep them haill between us yet.

Now, to conclude his grey breeks ;

I'll ling them up wi' mirth and glee.
Here's luck to a' the grey fteeks

That mow themfelves upo' the knee :
And if wi' health I'm fpared

A wee while, as I wifh I may,
I mall ha'e them prepared

As weel as ony that's o' grey.

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SONG CXX.

ALL YE WHO WOU'D WISH.

All ye who wou'd wijh to fucceed with a lafs, Learn

l. Zi£TfEZIZLl£Z I~Z ^~Z ^iZ -n n"""~PT~F> fc"~~t r J~"T

bow the affair's to be done : For if you Jl and fooling

■fe-=T-Z

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andJJjy, like an afs\Coi?ll lofe her, lofe her, ToiCll lofe

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 229

HHii

her, as Jure as a gun.

With whining, and fighing, and vows, and all that,

As far as you pleafe you may run :
She'll hear you and jeer you, and give you a pat \

But jilt you, jilt you,
She'll jilt you, as fure as a gun.

To worfhip, and call her bright goddefs, is fine ;

But mark you the confequence, mum :
The baggage will think herfelf really divine,

And fcorn you, fcorn you,
She'll fcorn you, as fure as a gun.

j Then be with a maiden bold, frolic, and ftout,

And no opportunity fhun :
She'll tell you fhe hates you, and fwear ftie'll cry out t

But mum — mum —
But mum — Ihe's as fure as a gun.

230

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXXI.
FROM THE EAST BREAKS THE MORN.

From the eaft breaks the morn, Seethe fun-beams adorn

imiiigiiei

The wild heath and the mountains fo high, The wild

heath and the mountains fo high. Shrilly opes the

* » 1

flaunch hound, The fleed neighs to the found, And the
floods and the valleys re ply. And the foods

and the valleys re -ply-

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 23!

Our forefathers, fo good,

Prov'd their greatnefs of blood
By encount'ring the pard and the boar ;

Ruddy health bloom'd the face,

Age and youth urg'd the chace,
And taught woodlands and forefts to roar.

Hence of noble defcent,

Hills and wilds we frequent,
Where the bofom of nature's reveal'd ;

Tho' in life's bufy day

Man of man make a prey,
Still let ours be the prey of the field.

With the chace in full fight,

Gods ! how great the delight !
How our mutual fenfations refine !

Where is care ? where is fear ?

Like the winds in the rear,
And the man's loft in fomething divine.

Now to horfe, my brave boys :

Lo ! each pants for the joys
That anon fhall enliven the whole :

Then at eve we'll difmount,

Toils and pleafures recount,
And renew the chace over the bowl.

232

CALLIOPE : OR THE

Affcttuofo.

SONG CXXII.
JAMIE GAY.

J-" * — -1- — I k»WiJ \~— J 1 — «

^j Jamie Gay gae'd blithe bis way Along the

*eSe?

banks of Tweed, A bonny lafs as e - ver was came \

-* — *- —

tripping o'er the mead. The hearty /wain, untaught

-3fc-

n^m-T^-

to feign, the buxom nymph furvey 'd ; And,

full of glee as lad cou'd be, Be -fpoke the blooming

e=P;agii3=iiiiiiii

maid.

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Dear lafiie, tell, why by thyfell

Thou lonely wander' ft here ?
My ewes, fhe cry'd, are ftraying wide :

Canll tell me, laddie, where ?
To town I hie, he made reply,

Some pleafing fport to fee :
But thou'rt fo neat, fo trim, fo fweet.

I'll feek thy ewes with thee.

She gave her hand, nor made a ftand ;

But lik'd the youth's intent :
O'er hill and dale, o'er plain and vale,

Right merrily they went.
The birds fang fweet, the pair to greet,

And flow'rets bloom'd around ;
And as they walk'd, of love they talk'd,

And lovers joys when crown' d.

And now the fun had rofe to noon,

The zenith of his pow'r,
When to the fhade their fteps they made

To pafs the mid-day hour.
The bonny lad row'd in his plaid

The lafs, who fcorn'd to frown :
She foon forgot the ewes fhe fought,

And he to gang to town.

Gg

234

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXXIII.
THE WHISTLING PLOWMAN.

Recit.

The whijlling plowman hails the blajhing dawn : The

thrujl) melodious drowns the rujlic note : Loud fings the)

blackbird thro'' refounding groves : And the lark foars
to meet the rifing fun. Away to the copfe, to the copfe

m

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lead away; And now, my boys, throw off the hounds.

Til warrant bejhows us, hejhows us fome play : See

yonder hejkulks thro' the grounds

rw-

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See

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i

yonder hejkulks thro' the grounds. Then fpur your bri/k

pzEzz^— zE:izzzzEz=Bizizz:zz SzEitttgzizz

courfers, and/moke 'em, my bloods j "'tis a delicate f cent-

ly - ing morn ; What concert is equal to thofe of the
j — ^_c_ p

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woods \ betwixt echo, the hounds and the horn? The hounds
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Sill

the horn.

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betwixt echo, the hounds and the horn.

236

CALLIOPE : OR THE

Each earth, fee, he tries at in vain,

The cover no fafety can find ;

So he breaks it and fcow'rs amain,

And leaves us at diftance behind.
O'er rocks and o'er rivers and hedges we fly $

All hazard and danger we fcorn.
Stout Reynard we'll follow until that he die :

Cheer up the good dogs with the horn.

And now he fcarce creeps thro' the dale ;

All parch'd from his mouth hangs his tongue ;

His fpeed can no longer prevail ;

Nor his life can his cunning prolong.
From our flaunch and fleet pack 'twas in vain that he fled

See his brufh falls bemir'd forlorn !
The farmers with pleafure behold him lie dead,

And fhout to the found of the horn.

SONG CXXIV.
RAIL NO MORE!

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Rail no more, ye learned ajjes, 'Gainjl the joys the

«-*•— "~ —

bowl fupplies. Sound its depth, and fill your glqjfes ;

i J 1 1 j^ I" |» »~V T [» "§~i * lJJ_X ~M Ji ~M ~-\

Wijdom at the bottom lies. Fill them higher Jlill and

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 237

higher : Shallow draughts perplex the brain : Sipping

m

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quenches all our fire j Bumpers light it up agai

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- n. Sipping quenches all our fire;

Fife

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Bimpers light it up a - gain, 4

Draw the fcene for wit and pleafure -?

Enter jollity and joy ;
We for thinking have no leifure ;

Manly mirth is our employ.
Since in life there's nothing certain,

We'll the prefent hour engage ;
And, when death fhall drop the curtain,

With applaufe we'll quit the ftage,

238

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXXV.
PLATO's ADVICE.

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Says Pla-toy whyfhoiCd man be vain ? Since boun-

teous heav'n has made him great, Why looketh he with

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infolent difdain On thofe iindeck' dwith wealth or Jlate?

Can Jplendid robes, or beds of down, or cojlly gems
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that deck the fair ; Can all the gh

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health, or eafe the brow of care ?

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The fcepter'd king, the burthen' d Have,

The humble, and the haughty, die ;
The rich, the poor, the bafe, the brave,

In dull, without diftinction, lie.
Go fearch the tombs where monarchs reft,

Who once the greateft titles bore :
The wealth and glory they poffefs'd, ,

And all their honours, are no more.

So glides the meteor thro' the Iky,

And fpreads along a gilded train ;
But, when its fhort-liv'd beauties die,

Diflblves to common air again.
So 'tis with us, my jovial fouls ! —

Let friendfhip reign while here we ftay ;
Let's crown our joys with flowing bowls, —

When Jove us calls we mult away.

240

CALLIOPE I OR THE

SONG CXXVI.
FILL YOUR GLASSES.

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Fill your glajfes, bani/b grief, Laugh, and worldly care

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defpife : Sorrow ne'er will bring relief: Joy from drink~

ing will arife. Why Jhould we, with wrinkVd care,

- Change what nature made fo fair ? Drink, and fet the.

heart at refl ; Of a bad market make the be/l.

Bufy brains, we know, alas !

With imaginations run,
Like the lands i' th' hour-glafs,

Turn'd, and turn'd, and ftill run on j
Never knowing where to flay,
But uneafy ev'ry way.
Drink, and fet the heart at reft ;
Peace of mind is always bell.
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Some purfue the winged wealth ;

Some to honours high afpire :
Give me freedom, give me health ;

There's the mm of my defire.
What the world can more prefent
Will not add to my content :
Drink, and fet the heart at reft j
Peace of mind is always beft.

Mirth, when mingled with our wine.,

Makes the heart alert and free ;
Should it mow, or rain, or fhine,

Still the fame thing 'tis with me.
There's no fence againft our fate j
Changes daily on us wait.
Drink, and fet your hearts at reft ;
Of a bad market make the belt

Hh.

242

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXXVII.
WHEN I WAS A YOUNG ONE,

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When I was a young one, what girl was like me ? So

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wanton, fo airy, and brijk as a bee : I tattVd, I

rambVd, I laughed, and where'er A fiddle was heard,

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to be Jure, I was there.

To all that came near I had Ibmething to fay.
'Twas this, Sir ! and that, Sir ! but fcarce ever nay
And Sundays dre.il out in my iilks and my lace :
I warrant I flood by the bell in the place.

At twenty I got me a hufband — poor- man !
Well reft him — we all are as good as we can :
Yet he was fo peevifh, he'd quarrel for draws,
And jealous — tho' trulv I gave him fome caufe.

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He fnub'd me and huff'd me — but let me alone,
Egad I've a tongue — and I paid him his own :
Ye wives take the hint, and, when fpoufe is untow'rd,
Stand firm to our charter — and have the laft word.

But now I'm quite alter'd, the more to my woe,
I'm not what 1 was forty fummers ago ;
This Time's a fore foe, there's no fhunning his dart ;
However, I keep up a pretty good heart.

Grown old, yet I hate to be fitting mum chance ;
J ftill love a tune, tho' unable to dance :
And, books of devotion laid by on the fhelf,
I teach that to others — I once did myfelf,

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CALLJQPE : QR JHE

SONG CXXVIII.
WHEN WAR's ALARMS.

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When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me, My

poor heart with grief did figh: Each fond remembrance

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brought freJJj forrow on me ; I 'woke e'er yet the morn

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was nigh. No other cou'd delight him : Ah ! why did I '

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e'er flight him ? Coldly anfw'ring his fond tale; Which
drove him far Amidfl the rage of war, And left filly me :

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thus to bewail.

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But I no longer, tho' a maid forfaken,
Thus will mourn like yonder dove :
For, 'ere the lark to-morrow mall awaken
I will feek my abfent love.

The hoftile country over

I'll fly to feek my lover,
Scorning ev'ry threat'ning fear \

Nor diftant more,

Nor cannon's roar,
Shall longer keep me from my dear.

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SONG CXXIX.
THERE WAS A JOLLY MILLER.

There was a jolly miller once liv'd on the river Dee ;

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He danc'dand he Jung from morn till night ; no lark Jo
blithe as he. And this the burden ofhisfongfore-ver

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us'dta be: Icare for nobody, no, not Iy if no-bo-dy

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cares for hie.

246 calliope: or the

I live by my mill, God blefs her ! fhe's kindred, child,

and wife ;
I would not change my ftation for any other in life.
No lawyer, furgeon, or dodtor, e'er had a groat from me.
I care for nobody, no, not I, if nobody cares for me.

When fpring begins its merry career, oh ! how his heart

grows gay !
No fummer's drouth alarms his fears, nor winter's fad

decay ;
No forefight mars the miller's joy, who's wont to fing

and fay,
Let others toil from year to year, 1 live from day to day.

Thus, like the miller, bold and free, let us rejoice and

fing : '
The days of youth are made for glee, and time is on

the wing.
This fong (hall pafs from me to thee, along this jovial

ring :
Let heart and voice and all agree, to fay, — long live the

King ! ,

SONG CXXX.

THE ECHOING HORN.

The echoing horn calls the /port/men abroad; To horfe,
my brave hoys, and away. The morning is up, and the

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cry of the hounds Upbraids our too tedious delay. What

pleafure we feel in purfuing the fox I O'er hill and o'er
valley he flies : Then follow , we'll foon overtake him,

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huzza! The traitor is feiz'd on, and dies. He. dies '

...... ...... The traitor is feiz'd ori and dies.

Chorus.

Then follow, we'll foon overtake him, huzza! The trai-

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tor is feiz'd on, and dies.

248 CALLIOPE : OR THE

Triumphant returning at night with the fpoil,

Like Bacchanals, ihouting and gay ;
How fweet with a bottle and lafs to refreih,

And drown the fatigues of the day !
With fport, love, and wine, fickle fortune defy ;

Dull wifdom all happinefs fours.
Since life is no more than a paffage at heft,

Let's ftrew the way over with flow'rs.

With flow'rs ; lets ftrew, &c

SONG CXXXI.
A COBLER THERE WAS,

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A cobler there was, and he litfd in ajlall; Which

fervid him for parlour ; for kitchen, and hall. No coin in

his pocket, no care in his pate ; No ambition had he, nor

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yet duns at his gat?, Dcrry dozvnt down, down, derrydotvn.

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Contented he work'd ; and he thought himfelf happy
If at night he could putchafe a cup of brown nappy :
He'd laugh, then, and whittle, and fing, too, moil fweet \
Saying, juft to a hair I've made both ends to meet.
Deny down, &c.

But love, the difturber of high arid of low,
That moots at the peafant as well as the beau,
He mot the poor cooler quite thorough the hearti
I wilh it had hit fome more ignoble part.
Derry down, &-c»

It was from a cellar this archer did play^
"Where a buxom young damfel continually lay :
Her eyes fhone fo bright, when ihe rofe ev'ry day,
That Ihe mot the poor cobler quite over the way.
Derry down, &c.

He fung her love-fongs as he fat at his work ;
But Hie was as hard as a Jew or a Turk.
Whenever he fpoke Ihe would flounce and would fleer )
Which put the poor Cobler quite into defpair.
Derry down, &c»

He took up his awl that he had in the world,
And to make away with himfelf was refolv'd :
He pierc'd thro' his body inftead of the sole 5
So the cobler he died, and the bell it did toll*
Derry down, &c.

And now, in good-will, I advife as a friend :

All coblers take notice of this cobler's end :

Keep your hearts out of love \ for we find, by what**

I Paft>

That love brings us all to an end at the last.

Derry down, down, down, derry down*

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CALLIOPE : OR THE'*'

SONG CXXXII.
THE DUSKY NIGHT.

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The dii/ky night rides down thejky, And ujhers in
the morn j The hounds all join in jovial cry, The hound* >,

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all join in jovial cry ; The hunt Jman winds his horn,

The hunt/man winds his horn. And a hunting we will

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^0 ^ hunting we will go. And a hunting we will

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go, A hunting we will go, And hunting we will

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go , A hunting we will go \

The wife around her hufband throws
Her arms to make him flay :

My dear, it rains, it hails, it blows,
You cannot hunt to-day.
Yet a hunting, &c.

Sly Reynard now like lightening flies,
And fweeps acrofs the vale ;

JBut when the hounds too near he fpies
He drops his bufhy tail.
Then a hunting, &c.

Fond echo feems to like the fport,

'And join the jovial cry ;
The woods and hills the found retort,

And mufic fills the iky,
When a hunting, &.c.

At laft his ftrength to faintnefs worn,
Poor Reynard ceafes flight ;

Then hungry homeward we return
To feaft away the night.
And a drinking, &c.

Ye jovial hunters in the morn
Prepare then for the chace ;

Rife at the founding of the horn,
And health with fport embrace,
When a hunting, &c.

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXXXIII.
YE BELLES AND YE FLIRTS.

Te belles and ye flirts, and ye pert little things. Who

trip in this f relief ome round j Prithee tell me from

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whence this indecency firings, The f exes at once to con-

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found? What means the cockyd hat and the mafculine air,

With each motion de/ign'd to perplex P Bright eyes were

intended to languijl;, not flare, Andfoftnefs the tefl of
your f ex, dear girls ; And Joftnefs the tefl of your f ex.

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The girl who on beauty depends for fupport

May call ev'ry art to her aid ;
The bofom difplay'd, and the petticoat fhort,

Are famples fhe gives of her trade :
But you on whom fortune indulgently fmiles,

And whom pride has preferv'd from the fnare,
Should flyly attack us with coynefs and wiles,

Not with open and infolent airs,

Brave girls, not with, &c.

The Venus, whofe ftatue delights all mankind,

Shrinks modeftly back from the view ;
And kindly lhou'd feem by the artifl deilgn'd

To ferve as a model for you.
7?hen learn, with her beauties, to copy her air,
' Nor venture too much to reveal :
Our fancies will paint what you cover with care,

And double each charm you conceal,

Sweet girls, and double, &.o

The blumes of morn and the mildnefs of May

Are charms which no art can procure.
Oh ! be but yourfelves and our homage we'll pay,

And your empire is folid and fure.
$ut if, Amazon-like, you attack your gallants,

And put us in fear of our lives,
you may do very well for lifters and aunts ;

But, believe me, you'll never be wives,

I'oor girls, believe me, &c.

254

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXXXIV.

ON A BANK OF FLOW'RS.

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0« a &tf;z,£ ofjloixfrs, in a /winner'' s day, inviting

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and undrefs\l, In her bloom of years bright Celia lay,

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with love andjleep opprefs'd; When a youthful fwain,'

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with admiring eyes, WiJWd he durfl the fair maid fur*

prife, With a fa, la, la,&c. But fear' d approach- -

ing fpiei. .

As he gaz'd a gentle breeze arofe

That fann'd her robes afide ;
And the fleeping nymph did charms difclofe

Which, waking, fhe would hide ;

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Then his breath grew fhort, and his pulfe beat high t
He long'd to touch what he chanc'd to fpy,

With a fa, la, la, &c.
But durft not yet draw nigh.

All amaz'd he flood, with her beauties fir'd,

And blefs'd the courteous wind ;
Then in whifpers figh'd, and the gods defir'd

That Celia might be kind.
Then, with hope grown bold, he advane'd amain :
But fhe laugh'd aloud in a dream, and again,

With a fa, la, la, &c.
Repell'd the tim'rous fwain.

Yet, when once defire has inflam'd the foul,

All modeft doubts withdraw ;
And the god of love does each fear controul

That would the lover awe.
Shall a prize like this, fays the vent'rous boy, ■

Efcape, and I not the means employ,

With a fa, la, la, &c.
To feize the proffer'd joy ?

Here the glowing youth, to relieve his pain,

The flumb'ring maid carefs'd,
And, with trembling hands, (oh ! the limple fwain !)

Her glowing bofom prefs'd.
Then the virgin wak'd and affrighted flew,
Yet look'd as wifhing he would purfue,

With a fa, la, la, &c
But Damon mifs'd his cue.

Now, repenting that he had let her fly,

Himielf he thus accus'd :
What a dull and ftupid thing wa9 I

That fuch a chance abus'd !
To my fhame 'twill now on the plains be faid,
Damon a virgin afleep betray'd,

With a fa, la, la, &c.
Yet let her go a maid !

256

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXXXV.
YOU KNOW I'M YOUR PRIEST.

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Tou know Pm your priefl, and your confcience is minef\

tiiiiiiiiilii^i

But if you grow wicked, His not a goodfign : So leave

off your raking, and marry a wife j And then, my dear

mm^^-.

Darby, you're fettled for life. Sing a Ballina-mona,
o-ro, Ballina-mona, o-ro, Ballina-mona, o-ro,

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A good merry wedding for me*

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The banns being publifh'd, to chapel we go,

The bride and the bridegroom, in coats white as fnow ;

So modeft her air, and fo fheepifh your look,

You out with your ring, and I pull out my book.

Sing Ballinamona, &-c.

A good merry wedding for me.

I thumb out the place, and I then read away ;
She bluihes at love, and fhe whilpers obey ;
You take her dear hand to have and to hold ;
I fhut up my book, and I pocket your gold.

Sing Ballinamona, &.c.

That fnug little guinea for me.

The neighbours wifh joy to the bridegroom and bride ;
The pipers before us, you march fide by fide ;
A plentiful dinner gives mirth to each face ;
The piper plays up, and myfelf I fay grace.

Sing Ballinamona, &c.

A good wedding-dinner for mc.

The joke now goes round, and the Hocking is thrown ;
The curtains are drawn, and you're both left alone ;
'Tis then, my dear boy, I believe you're at home ;
And hey for a chriflening at nine months to come.

Sing Ballinamona, &.c.

A good merry chriflening for me.

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song qxxxvi,

BALLINAMONA,

To the foregoing tune.

WHerever I'm going, and all the day long,
At home and abroad, or alone in a throng,
I find that my pafiion's fo lively and ftrong,
That your name, when I'm iilent, ftill runs in my fong«
Sing Ballinamona, &c.
A kifs of your fweet lips for me.

Since the firft time I faw you I take no repofe ;
I fleep all the day to forget half my woes ;
So hot is the flame in my ftomach that glows,
By St Patrick ! I fear it will burn thro' my clothes^

Sing Ballinamona, &c.

Your pretty black hair for me.

In my conference I fear I (hall die in my grave,
Unlefs you comply and poor Phelim will fave,
And grant the petition your lover does crave,
Who never was free till you made him your Have.

Sing Ballinamona, &c

Your pretty black eyes for me.

On that happy day when I make you my bride,
With a fwinging long fword, how I'll ftrut and I'll ftride!
With coach and fix horfes with honey I'll ride,
As before you I walk to the church by your fide.

Sing Ballinamona, &-c.

Your lily-white fift for me.

vocal Enchantress,

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SONG CXXXVII.
GRAMACHREE MDLLY.

As down on Banna's banks IJlray'd, One evening in
May, Tbe little birds in blithe/l notes' Made vocal ev'ry

fpray I They fung their little tales of love, They Jung them

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o'er and o'er. Ah Gramachree, ma Colleenouge, ma

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Molly AJhtore!

The daify pied, and all the fweets

The dawn of nature yields ;
The primrofe pale, the vi'let blue,

Lay fcatt'fed o'er the fields :
Such fragrance in the bofom lies

Of her whom I adore.

Ah Gramaehree, &©*

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266 CALLIOPE ! OR THE

I laid me down upon a bank,

Bewailing my fad fate,
That doom'd me thus the Have of love

And cruel Molly's hate :
How can fhe break the honeft heart

That wears her in its core ?

Ah Gramachree, &c.

You faid you lov'd me, Molly dear ;

Ah ! why did I believe ?
Yet, who could think fuch tender words

Were meant but to deceive ?
That love was all I alk'd on earth ;

Nay, heav'n could give no more.

Ah Gramachree, &-c.

Oh had I all the flocks that graze

On yonder yellow hill,
Cr low'd for me the num'rous herds

That yon green pafture fill •,
With her I love I'd gladly ftiare

My kine and fleecy ftore.

Ah Gramachree, &c.

Two turtle doves above my head

Sat courting on a bough ;
I envied not their happinefs,

To fee them bill and coo :
Such fondnefs once for me fhe ihew'd ;

But now, alas J 'tis o'er.

Ah Gramachree, &c.

Then fare thee well, my Molly dear,

Thy lofs I e'er mall mourn ;
Whilft life remains in Strephon's heart

'Twill beat for thee alone :
Tho' thou art falfe, may heav'n on thee

Its choiceft bleflings pour !

Ah Gramachree, &c.

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SONG CXXXVIII.
THE MAID IN BEDLAM.

To the foregoing tune.

ONE morning very early, one morning in the fpring,
I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully did fing ;
J Her chains fhe rattled on her hands, while fweetly thus

fung fhe :
I love my love, becaufe I know my love loves me.

O cruel were his parents, who fent my love to fea ;
And cruel, cruel was the Ihip that bore my love from me :
Yet I love his parents, iince they're his, altho' they've

ruin'd me ;
And I love my love, becaufe I know my love loves me.

0 mould it pleafe the pitying pow'rs to call me to the

fky,
I'd claim a guardian angel's charge around my love to fly ;
To guard him from all dangers how happy fhould I be \
For I love my love, becaufe I know my love loves me.

I'll make a ftrawy garland, I'll make it wond'rous fine ;
With rofes, lilies, dailies, I'll mix the eglantine ;

1 And I'll prefent it to my love when he returns from fea \
1 For I love my love, becaufe I know my love loves me.

-O if I were a little bird, to build upon his breaft !
; Or if I were a nightingale, to ling my love to reft !
To gaze upon his lovely eyes, all my reward fhou'd be ;
« For I love my love, becaufe I know my love loves me.

! O if I were an eagle, to foar into the fky !
I'd gaze around with piercing eyes, where I my love

might fpy :
But ah ! unhappy maiden ! that love you ne'er fhall fee \
Yet I love my love, becaufe I know my love loves me.

262

calliope: or the

SONG CXXXIX.
HARK AWAY.

Tfo moment Au - ro-ra peep'd in-to my room, I put '

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on my clothes and I call' d for my groom: Will Whijlle, ,

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&y /j&zV, £fld uncoupVd the hounds ; Who lively and
mettlefome frijk? d o'er the grounds. And now we're all

faddPd, fleet, dapple, and grey ; Who feem' d longing

to hear the glad found hark away ! Hark away !

litufniuppig

Hark away I Who feem }d longing to hear the glad found

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 263

hark a - way !

j-'Twas now, by the clock, about five in the morn ;
And we all gallop'd off to the found of the horn :
Tack Garter, Bill Babbler, and Dick at the goofe,
When, all of a fudden, out ftarts Mrs Pufs :
Men, horfes, and dogs, not a moment would Hay,
And echo was heard to cry, Hark, hark away !

The courfe was a fine one fhe took o'er the plain ;
Which fhe doubl'd, and doubl'd, and doubl'd again ;
Till at laft fhe to cover return'd out of breath,
Where I and Will Whittle were in at the death :
Then, in triumph, for you I the hare did difplay ;
And cry'4 to the horns, my boys, Hark, hark away !

2&J.

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXL.
MY TRIM-BUILT WHERRY.

Then farewell, my trim-built wherry, Oars and coat'

Ebj/J jt;

and badge, farewell ; Never more at Chelfea ferry
Shall your Thomas take a f pell. Then farewell, my J

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trim-built wherry, Oars and coat and badge, farewell;

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Never more at Chelfea fer - ry Jhall your Thomas

take a fpell- -; Shall your Tbo-mas take afpelL

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But, to hope and peace a ftranger,

In the battle's heat I go ;
Where, expos'd to ev'ry danger,

Some friendly ball mail lay me low.

Then, mayhap, when homeward fleering,
With the news my meflmates come ;

Even you, my ftory hearing,

With a figh may cry — poor Tom !

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXLI.
THE BONNY SAILOR.

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Afy honny Jailor won my mind ; My heart is noi
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will bring him fafe - ly back to me : I wi/h to hear \

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what glorious toils, What dangers he has un-dergone ,

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IVJjat forts he^sjlorirfd! How great the fpoils from France

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or £/>tf?/2 my Jailor's won! My Jailor"1 s won, my Jailor's

lew/ ; F/'oot trance or Spain my fallows won.

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A thoufand terrors chill'd my breaft

When fancy brought the foe in view ;
And day and night I've had no reft,

Left ev'ry gale a tempeft blew.
Bring, gentle gales, my failor home ;

His fhip at anchor may I fee !
Three years are, fure, enough to roam ;

Too long for one who loves like me.

His face, by fultry climes, is wan ;

His eyes, by watching, fhine lefs bright <,
But ftill I'll own my charming man,

And run to meet him when in light.
His honeft heart is what I prize ;

No weather can make that look old :
Tho' alter'd were his face and eyes

J'll love my jolly failor bold.

LI

268 CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXLII.
HOW IMPERFECT IS EXPRESSION.

SW^PA

l¥=.

fcfcz

i/oie; imperfect is exprejfion Some e - motions to

— i— .

im-part ! When we mean a/oft confejfion, and yetfeek

J I I_X _• J__2 J J _j! » Tv* *~| n. \ Lt]>i

2o /jzVfe the heart. When our bofoms, all complying,.

j— -» i ~P"Vp'p_ M — ! — LmI — r_"T **~i — t?~T — "r — F — l
^FJffA flfe- licious tu - malts /well, And beat what bro*

ken, faltering, dying, language would, but can-not, ,

mmmmmmm

lb

tell

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 269

Deep confufion's rofy terror,

Quite expreffive paints my cheek.
Afk no more — behold your error ;

Blufhes eloquently fpeak.
What tho' filent is my anguiili,

Or breath 'd only to the air ? '

Mark my eyes ; and, as they languifh,

Read what yours have written there.

O that you could once conceive me !

Once my heart's ftrong feelings view !
Love has nought more fond, believe me j

Friendship nothing half fo true.
How imperfect is expreffion

Some emotions to impart !
Wher^we mean a foft confeffion,

And yet feek to hide the heart.

270 CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXLIII.
SAE MERRY AS WE TWA HAE BEEN.

Slow.

7rTflE>T — "• — FT"~1""~1 — R

Sat

^ /#/> /#a£ wrtj- /a^« i£>z7# care fat hea-vi-ly unde,

jo/z thorn, I liflertd a while for to hear, When thui

pmfpi

yfe he-gan for to mourn : Whenever my dearfhepherd

3

iz^z^T-y— p-

WKW fo/r, /#<? fo'n/.r dzW melodioujly fing, And cold nip-
ping winter did wear A face that refemhled the

Zt L_#l L-L

=33

fpring. Sae merry as we twa hae been j Sae merry as
3:r~zz-iZi[&i zPzzp&:izez:^s:fr""i=(z =Et

we twa hae been ; My heart it is like for to break
3

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

27T

rflBMWrflJ

i^^^w I think on the days we have feen.

Our flocks feeding clofe by his fide,

He gently preffing my hand,
I view'd the wide world in its pride,

And laugh'd at the pomp of command \
My dear, he wou'd oft to me fay,

What makes you hard-hearted to me ?
Oh ! why do you thus turn away

From him who is dying for thee !
Sae merry, &c.

But now he is far from my fight,

And perhaps a deceiver may prove ;
Which makes me lament day and night,

That ever I granted my love.
At eve, when the reft of the folk

Are merrily feated to fpin,
I fet myfelf under an oak,

And heavily figh for him.
Sae merry, &c.

26 o

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXLIV.
YE LADS OF TRUE SPIRIT.

Te lads of true- fpirit, pay court/hip to claret, Releas }d
-88 — i — i — I

3zz_=_=iz:_:

from the trouble of thinking ; A fool, long ago, J aid we

nothing could know ; The fellow knew nothing of drink-

ing. To pore over Plato, or praflife with Cato, Dif- .

_gg_ m ——x —3—-, _—._____

£E£

-*.

paffionate dunces might make us ; But men, now more \

:p:p_a_:e::3 — ^

wife, f elf denial defpife, And live by the lejjons of

Bacchus.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 273

Big-wig'd, in fine coach, fee the doctor approach ;

He folemnly up the ftair paces ;
j Looks grave — fmells his cane — applies finger to vein,

And counts the repeats with grimaces.
As he holds pen in hand, life and death are at ftand — ■

A tofs up which party fhall take us.
Away with fuch cant — no prefcription we want

But the nourifhing noflrum of Bacchus.

We jollily join in the practice of wine,

While mifers 'midft plenty are pining ;
While ladies are fcorning, and lovers are mourning,

We laugh at wealth, wenching, and whining.
Drink, drink, now 'tis prime ; tofs a bottle to Time,

He'll not make fuch hafte to o'ertake us ; *
His threats we prevent, and his cracks we cement,

By the ftyptical balfam of Bacchus.

What work is there made, by the newfpaper trade,

Of this man's and t'other man's ftation .'
The ins are all bad, and the outs are all mad ■

In and out is the cry of the nation.
The politic patter which both parties chatter,

From bumpering freely fhan't fhake us ;
With half-pints in hand, independent we'll Hand

To defend Magna Charta of Bacchus.

Be your motions well-tim'd ; be all charg'd and all prim'd ;

Have a care — right and left — and make ready.
Right hand to glafs join — at your lips reft your wine ;

Be all in your exercife fleady.
Our levels we boaft when our women we toaft ;

May gracioufly they undertake us !
No more we defire — fo drink and give fire,

A volley to beauty and Bacchus !

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274

calliope: or the

SONG CXLV.
LET's BE JOVIAL.

Lefs be jovial, fill our glajfes, Madnefs "'tis for us

■

to think, How the world is ruVd by affes, And the

wife are fwatfd by chink. Never let vain cares opprefs
us, Riches are to them afnare; We are all as rich as

Crcefus, While out bottle drowns our care.

Wine will make us red as rofes,
And our forrows quite forget ;

Come let's fuddle all our nofes,
Drink ourfelves quite out of debt.

When grim Death comes looking for us
We are toping off our bowls ;

Bacchus joining in the chorus,

Death begone ! here's none but fouls.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

Godlike Bacchus thus commanding,
Trembling Death away fhall fly ;

Ever after underftanding,
Drinking fouls can never die.

273

SONG CXLVI.
WITH AN HONEST OLD FRIEND.

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With an honeft old friend and a merry oldfong, And a

jiajk of old port, let me Jit the night long : And laugh
at the malice of thofe who repine That they mufl fmg

pprpi

porter while I can drink wine.
M mij

276 CALLIOPE : OR THE

I envy no mortal, though ever fo great,
Nor i'corn I a wretch for his lowly eftate ;
But what I abhor, and efteem as a curie,
Is poornefs of fpirit, not poornefs in purfe.

Then dare to be generous, dauntlefs, and gay ;
Let's merrily pafs life's remainder away :
Upheld by our friends, we our foes may defpife j
Tor the more we are envied the higher we rife.

■■«■•« < ■< ■< •<•■< ■< ■•« •<%5>' >••»• »••>••►■ >•■>■■>■ »«

*

SONG CXLVII.
THE HONEST FELLOW.

Moderate

•n 3£y — — ■"- ■

Pho ! pox of this nonfenfe, I prithee give o'er, And talk

i

of your Phillis and Chloe no more ; Their face, and

P-t-F — h 1

their air, and their mien — what a rout! Here'' s to theet

Chorus.

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my lad, pup the bottle about. Here's to thee, my

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

lad, to thee, my lad; Here's to thee, my lad, pujh

HIeI

the bottle about.

Let finical fops play the fool and the ape ;
They dare not confide in the juice of the grape :
But we honeft fellows — 'fdeath ! who'd ever think
Of puling for love, while he's able to drink ?

'Tis wine, only wine, that true pleafure beftows ;
Our joys it increafes, and lightens our woes j
Remember what topers of pld us'd to fing,
The man that is drunk is as great as a king.

If Cupid aflaults you, there's law for his tricks ;
Anacreon's cafes, fee page twenty-fix :
The precedent's glorious, and juft, by my foul !
Lay hold on, and drown the young dog in a bowl,

What's life but a frolic, a fong, and a laugh.
My toaft fhall be this, whilft I've liquor to quaff,
May mirth and good fellowfhip always abound :
Boys, fill up a bumper, and let it go round,

278

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXLVIII.

COME, NOW, ALL YE SOCIAL POW'RS.

Come, now, all ye facial powers, Shed your influence

SiiHiHiiiiilil

d*er us ; Crown with joy the prefent hours, Enliven tho^

before us: Bring the flafk, the mujic bring, Joyjha*

quickly find us ; Drink, and dance, and laugh, andfing,

Chorus

HSiiipiiliiil

And cafl dull care behind us. Bring the fiajk, the

mufic bring, J oyjh all quickly find us ;D rink, and dance,
and laugh, andfing, And cafl dull care behind us.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 279

Love, thy godhead I adore,

Source of generous paflion ;
But will ne'er bow down before

Thofe idols wealth or fafhion.
Bring the flafk, &c.

Fuiendfhip, with thy fmile divine.

Brighten all our features ;
What but friendfhip, love, and wine,

Can make us happy creatures ?
Bring the flafk, &c.

Why the deuce lhould we be fac}.

While on earth we moulder ?
Grave, or gay, or wife, or mad^

We ev'ry day grow older.
Bring the flafk, &c.

Then fince time will Heal awav

Spite of all our forrow ;
Heighten ev'ry joy to-day,

Never mind to-morrow*
Bring the flafk, &c.

280

CALLIOPE J OR THE

:m::

SONG CXLIX.
CATO's ADVICE.

£

What Cato advifes mojl certainly wife is, Not al-

-=H»E-

ways to labour, but f onetimes to play: To mingle fweet

pkafure with fearch after treafure, Indulging at night
for the toils of the day : And while the dull mifer e-

Jleems himfclf wifer, his bags to increafe, while his
health docs decay, Our fouls we enlighten, our fancies

we brighten, And pafs the long clonings in pleafvre

VOCAB ENCHANTRESS. 281

away.

All cheerful and hearty, we fet allele party,

With fomc tender fair the bright bumper is crown'd ;
Thus Bacchus invites us, and Venus delights us,

While care in an ocean of claret is drown'd :
See, here's our phyfician, we know no ambition,

But where there's good wine and good company found ;
Thus happy together, in fpitc of all weather,

'Tis funfhine and lurruncr with us the year round.

Nn

282

CALLIOPE : OB. THE

SONG CL.
THE BROWN JUG.

Dear Tom, this brown jug, that now foams with mild '

h_I_ i

-*-—-*

ah, (Li which I will drink to fweet Nan of the vale),

Was once Toby Filpot, a thirfly old foul As e'er crack' d

a bottle or fathom' d a bowl. Ir± boozing a - - bout

-ilL- it- - X- *<

'twas his praife to ex- eel, And among jol-ly to-pers he

bore off the bell

o

**mt

he

eHfe

bore off the bell.

VOCAL ENCHANTRKSS. ^S;

jit chanc'd as in dog-days he fat at his cafe,
In his flow'r-woven arbour, as gay as you pleafe,
With a friend and a pipe puffing forrow away,
And with honeft old ftingo was foaking Ills clay,
!His breath-doors of life on a Hidden were Unit,
And he dy'd full as big as a Dorcheller butt.

jiHis body when long in the ground it had lain,

And time into clay had refolv'd it again,

\A potter found out in its covert fo fnug,

And with part of fat Toby he form'd this brown jug.

Now, facred to friendfhip, to mirth, and mild ale :

§o here's to my lovely fweet Nan of the vale.

M n ij

284

CALLIOPE : OR THIS

SONG CLL
THE VICAR OF BRAY.

In good King Charles's golden days, When loyalty no>

1

harm meant, A zealous high -church -man I was, And fo

ill

» — T*

I got preferment. To teach my flock I never mifl,

Kings are by God appointed, And damrtd are thofe that

Chorus.

do reffl, or touch the Lord's anointed : And this is
law, I will maintain, Until my dy-ing day, Sir, That

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 285

whatfaever king J1j all reign, Pll be the Vicar of Bray,

When Royal James obtain'd the crown,

And popery came in fafhion,
The penal laws I hooted down,

And read the Declaration :
The church of Rome I found would fit

Full well my confiitution ;
And had become a Jefuit,

But for the Revolution.
And this js law, £tc.

When William was our king declar'd

To eafe the nation's grievance,
With thjs new wind about I fleer'd,

And fwore to him allegiance :
Old principles I did revoke,

Set conicience at a diflance -,
Pailive-obedience was a joke,

A jeft was non-refiftance.
And this is law, &c.

When gracious Anne became our que^n,

The church of England's glory,
Another face of things was feen,

And I became a tory :
Oceafional conformifts bafe,

I damn'd their moderation ;
And thought the church in danger va-

By fuch prevarication.
And this is law, &-c.

286 calliope: or the

When George, in pudding-time, came o'er,

And mod'rate men look'd big, Sir,
I turn'd a cat-in-pan once more,

And fo became a whig, Sir ;
And thus preferment I procur'd

From our new faith's defender j
£.nd almofl: ev'ry day abjur'd

The Pope and the Pretender.
And this is law, &c,

Th' illuflrious houfe of Hanover,

And Proteftant mcceffion ;
To thefe I do allegiance fwear—

While they can keep polTeflion S
For in my faith and loyalty,

I never more will falter,
£.nd George my lawful king mall be —

Until the times do alter.
And this is law, &c.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

SONG CLII.
THE WOMEN ALL TELL ME.

287

The women all tell me Tmfalfe to my lafs ; That I

quit my poor Chios, and flick to my glafs : But to you,

fc=

men of reafon, my reafons VII own ; And if you don't

HiHiiiiliiHHi

like them, why, let them alonv.

Although I have left her, the truth I'll declare ;
I believe fhe was good, and I'm fure me was fair :
But goodnefs and charms in a bumper I lee
That make it as good and as charming as me.

My Chloe had dimples and fmiles, I muft own ;

But, though fhe could fmile, yet in truth me could frown ;

But tell me, ye lovers of liquor divine,

Did you e'er fee a frown in a bumper of wine ?

Her lilies and rofes were juft in their prime ;
Yet lilies and rofes are conquer' d by time :
But, in wine, from its age fuch benefit flows,
That we like it the better th^ older it grows-
3

288 CALLIOPE : OR THE

They tell me my love would in time have been cloy'd,
And that beauty's infipid when once 'tis enjoy'd ,
But in wine I both time and enjoyment defy,
For, the longer I drink the more thirlly am I.

Let murders, and battles, and hiftory, prove

The mifchiefs that wait upon rivals in love :

But in drinking, thank heav'n, no rival contends ;

For, the more we love liquor the more we are friends.

She, too, might have poifon'd the joy of my life
With riurfes, and babies, and fqualling, and flrife ;
But my wine neither nurfes nor babies can bring,
And a big-belly' d bottle's a mighty good thing.

We friorten our days when with love we engage ;

It brings on difeafes, and haftens old age :

But wine from grim death can its votaries fave,

And keep out t'other leg when there's one in the grave.1.

Perhaps, like her fex, ever falfe to their word,
She has left me — to get an eftate, or a lord ;
But my bumpers (regarding nor titles nor pelf)
Will ftand by me when I can't ftand by myfelf.

Then let my dear Chloe no longer complain ;
She's rid of her lover, and I of my pain :
For in wine, mighty wine, many comforts I fpy.
Should you doubt what I fay, take a bumper and try.

*

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VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

289

SONG CLIII.
THE GOSSIPS.

v->

Two gcjfips they mer-ri-ly met, At nine in the

*-n

v>

morning full foon ; And they were re/oh1 d for a whet,

/-\

E§E^|— g^^Eglpppfeffi

To keep their fzveet voices in tune. Away to the tavern

s~s

they went.; " Here, Joan, I do vow and pro-tejl, That
hftzz^z^z^zlz^z^zjzfzz^

1

ZLEZTJL

ggfcffia

I have a crown yet unfpenl ; Come, let's have a cup of

isipiinii

the bcft.

Oo

290 calliope: or the

" And I have another, perhaps
" A piece of the very fame fort ;

" Why fhould we lit thrumming of caps ?
" Come, drawer, and fill us a quart ;

'* And let it be liquor of life,
" Canary, or fparkling wine :

*' For I am a buxom young wife,

• " And I love to go gallant and fine."

the drawer, as blithe as a bird,

Came flapping with cap in his hand,
" Dear ladies, I give you my word,

" The beft mall be at your command."
A quart of canary he drew,

Joan fill'd up a glafs and begun,
" Here, goffips, a bumper to you ;"

" I'll pledge you, girl, were it a tun."

" And pray, gofiip, did'nt you hear

i* The common report of the town,
" A fquire of five hundred a year

" Is married to Doll of the Crown :
" A draggle-taiFd flut, on my word,

" Her clothes hanging ragged and foul;
" In troth he would fain have a bird

" That would give a groat for an owl.

" And fhe had a filter laft year,

" Whcfe name they calPd Galloping Peg,
" She'd take up a ftraw with her ear ;

" I warrant her right as my leg !
" A brewer he got her with child j

" But e'en let them brew as they bake ;
, *' I knew fhe was wanton and wild ;

'* But I'll neither meddle nor make."

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. jpi

Nor I, goffip Joan, by my troth,
" Though nevertheless I've been told,
She ftole feven yards of broad cloth,
" A ring, and a locket of gold ;
A fmock and a new pair of {hoes ;
*' A flourifhing madam was fhe : —
But Margery told me the news ;
" And it ne'er (hall go further for me.

We were at a goffiping club,

" Where we had a chirruping cup

Of good humming liquor, ftrong bub I

" Your hulband's name there it was up,

For bearing a powerful fway,

" All neighbours his valour have feen ;

For he is a cuckold, they fay —

" A conflable, goflip, I mean.

Dear goffip, a flip of the tongue ;

" No harm was intended in mind :

Chance words they will mingle among

" Our others we commonly find.

I hope you won't take it amifs."

" No, no, that were folly in us ;

And if we perhaps get a kifs,

** Pray, what are our hufbands the worfe?"

Ooij

2$S

fcALLIOPE : OR THE

soNq qnv.

THE POWER OF MUSIC.

When Orpheus went down to the regions below, Winch
men ar&forbidden to fee; He tun'd up his lyre, as old

hi/lories fhow, To Jet his Eurydice free ; To Jet his
Eury dice free. All hell was aflonifJfd a perfonfo

— — — 1^ — i — — r — friE x^i—

3hR

wife Should raJJjly endanger his life. And venture fa

far ; but how vafl their fur prife ! When they heard thai

he came for his wife ; How vajl their fur prife ! whet

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, 293

they heard that he came for his wife.

To find out a puniihment due to his fault,

Old Pluto long puzzled his brain ;
put hell had not torments fufficient, he thought ;

So he gave him his wife back again.
But pity Succeeding found place in his heart j

And, pleas'd with his playing fo well,
He took he? again- in reward of his art j

Such merit had mufic in hell !

£94 CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CLV.
HOW HAPPY A STATE.

How happy aftate does the milter pojjefs, Who would

be no greater, nor fears to be lefs ; On his mill and
-*— i* — £ — k — ferrfe — n — ft — I — "r~ — Ti 1

him/elf he depends for Jupport $ Which is better than
fervilely cringing at court. What tbo' he all dufly and

-*-> • -r ■ y ~"T*n |^~"f~

>lj i ,.r :p ■ E*ty . * J j |

whiten' d does go? The more he's bepowder'd, the more

-5» — k

1:|1,J7;;>J|TT^

/£fo « foa# : A clown in this drefs may be honefier

-w-

i1 Jit I r , r r Jif r ^

far Than a courtier who jlriits in his garter andjlar ;

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 295

iSiiiPiiiiii

Than a courtier wbojiruts in his garter andjlar.

Though his hands are fo daub'd they're not fit to be feen^

The hands of his betters are not very clean ;

A palm more polite may as dirtily deal ;

Gold, in handling, will flick to the fingers like meal.

What if, when a pudding for dinner he lacks,

He cribs, without fcruple, from other mens facks ;

In this of right noble examples he brags,

Who borrow as freely from other mens bags.

Or mould he endeavour to heap an eftate,

In this he would mimic the tools of the ftate ;

Whofe aim is alone their own coffers to fill,

As all his concern's to bring grift to his mill.

He eats when he's hungry, he drinks when he's dry,

And down, when he's weary, contented does lie ,

Then rifes up cheerful to work and to fing :

If fo happy a miller* then who'd be a king ?

296

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CLVI.
COME, COME, MY GOOD SHEPHERDS.

-•- --4-; . -#- "^ ^

Co;/z<?, ro?«^, mygoodjfjepherds, cur flocks we inifl
Jhear j hi your ho-li-day fuits with your lajfes appear s

The happiejl of folk are the guilelefs and free ; And

iEj^E^=fij=gi^sg

who are fo guilelefs, fo happy, as we? Who are Jo
guilelefs, fo happy, as we. The happiefl of folk are

^:S:±i:r2z±E±Ejztz-:Fp=^i:jrp±^=:i:=
the guilelefs and free, guilelefs and free, guilelefs and

m v w

' free : And who are fo guilelefs, fo happy, as we P

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 297

We harbour no paffions, by luxury taught,

We pradlife no arts, with hypocrify fraught ;

What we think in our hearts you may read, in our eyes :

For, knowing no falfehood, we need no difguife.

By mode and caprice are the city dames led 5

But we as the children of nature are bred :

By her hand alone we are painted and drefs'd ;

For the rofes will bloom when there's peace inthebreaft.

That giant Ambition we never can dread ;
Our roofs are too low for fo lofty a head ;
Content and fweet Cheerfulnefs open our door j
They fmile with the fimple, and feed with the poor.

When love has pofTefs'd us, that love we reveal ;
Like the flocks that we feed are the paffions we feel :
So, harmlefs and fimple, we fport and we play,
And leave to fine folks to deceive and betray.

M>

298

CALLIOPE : OR THL

SONG CLVII.
AS SURE AS A GUN.

Says Co-lin to me, I've a thought in my head ; I
know a young damfcl Pm dying to wed \ I know a
young dam/el Pm dying to wed. So pleafe you, quoth I,

I

- — \m\ Jjp— 1^-1 *— LaaaaJ Una— I — ' — [^*|

and whene'er it is done, ToiCll quarrel and you'll pan

3EE 3=£=£ ^5Etezfc:g±3EElia

mmm ^_kx.« — y> — _j.-E — ^ — ^-i^-M ^i--Lt—

again, as Jure as a gijn ! As Jure as a gun ! As'fure
.

. as a gun ! Toii 11 quarrel and you '11 part again, as

Jure as a gun !

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

299

jAnd Co when you're married (poor amorous wight !)
You'll bill it and coo it from morning till night :
■But truft me, good Colin, you'll find it bad fun ;
jlnftead of which you'll fight and fcratch — as fure as a
gun !

But fhou'd me prove fond of her own deareft love,

And you be as fupple and foft as her glove ;

I Yet, be lhe a faint, and as chafte as a nun,

You're faften'd to her apron-firings — as fure as a gun !

Suppofe It was you, then, faid he, with a leer ;
You wou'd not ferve me fo, I'm certain, my dear :
In troth, I replied, I will anfvver for none ;
But do as other women do — as fure as a gun !

...».« -<..<..« .<••< •«"«.<<£3>- >••►•■>•■>••»• >•>•>■■»»

SONG CLVIII.
NO GLORY I COVET.

No glory I covet ; no riches I want ; Ambition is

nothing to me : The one thing I beg of kind Heaven
to grant Is a mind independent and free.

30O

CALLIOPE : OR THE

With paffions unruffled, untainted with pride,

By reafon my life let me fquare ;
The wants of my nature are cheaply fupplied,

And the reft are but folly and care.

The bleflings which Providence freely has lent,

I'll juftly and gratefully prize ;
Whilft fweet meditation, and cheerful content,

Shall make me both healthful and wife.

In the pleafures the great man's pofTeffions difplay,

Unenvied I'll challenge my part ;
For ev'ry fair object my eyes can furvey

Contributes to gladden my heart.

How vainly, through infinite trouble and ftrife,

The many their labours employ .'
Since all that is truly delightful in life

Is what all, if they pleafe, may enjoy.

SONG CLIX.
THOU SOFT FLOWING AVON

LargVietto.

thou foft flowing Avon, by thy filver flrea?n, Of

things more thanmortal fweet Shakefpear would dream%

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would dream, would dream, thy Shakefpear would dream,

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The fairies, by moonlight, dance round his green bed;

For hallow' d the turf is which 'pillow' d his head: The

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fairies, by moonlight, dance round his green bed ; For

hallow' d the turf is which pil - low'd his head.

The love-ftricken maiden, the foft-fighing fwain,
Here rove without danger, and figh without pain.
The fweet bud of beauty no blight fliall here dread;'
For hallow 'd the turf is which pillow'd his head.

Here youth mall be fam'dfor their love and their truth,
And cheerful old age feel the fpirit of youth :
For the raptures of fancy here poets mall tread ;
For hallow 'd the turf is which pillow'd his head.

Flow on, filver Avon, in fong ever flow !
Be the fwans on thy borders ftill whiter than fnow !
Ever full be thy ftream \ like his fame may it iprencj. !
And the turf ever hallow'd which pillow'd his head !

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CLX.
THE IRISH HUNT.

Is

Hark ! hark ! jolly fportfmen, a while to my tale ; To

ipliipi

pay your attention Fmfure it can't fail : 'Tis of lads

and of horfes and dogs that ne'er tire, O'erflone-
li_; fe

walls and hedges, thro' dale, bog, and briar : A pack

of fitch hounds, and a fet offuch men ; 'Tis ajhrewd

chance if ever you meet with again. Had Nimrod,

the mightVjl of hunters, been there, Toregau he'd have

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y&oo£ ///£? a» a [pen for fear.

In feventeen hundred and forty and four,
The fifth of December, I think 'twas no more,
At five in the morning, by moft of the clocks,
We rode from Kilruddery in fearch of a fox.
The Laughlinftown landlord, the old Owen Bray,
And fquire Adair, fure, was with us that day ;
Joe Debbil, Hal Prefton, that huntfman fo flout,
Dick Holmes, a few others, and fo we fet out.

We call off our hound9 for an hour or more,

When Wanton fet up a moft tunable roar ;

Hark to Wanton ! cried Joe, and the reft were not flack;

For Wanton's no trifler efteem'd in the pack :

Old Bonny and Collier came readily in,

And ev'ry hound join'd in the mufical din ;

Had Diana been there fhe'd been pleas'd to the life,

And one of the lads got a goddefs to wife.

Ten minutes paft nine was the time of the day
When Reynard broke cover, and this was his play :
As ftrong from Killegar as though he could fear none,
Away he bruih'd round by the houfe of Kilternan *,
To Carrickmines thence, and to Cherrywood then,
Steep Shankhill he climb'd, and to Ballyman-glen ;
Bray-common he crofs'd, leap'd Lord Angiefey's wall,
And feem'd to fay, Little I value you all.

He ran Buihes-grove up to Carberry-burns,

Joe Debbil, Hal Prefton, kept leading by turns :

The earth it was open ; but he was fo ftout,

Though he might have got in, yet he chofe to keep out

To Malpas' high hills was the way then he flew ;,

At Dalkeyftone-common we had him in view ;

3C4 calliope: or the

He drove on, by Bullock, through Shrubglanagery,
And fo on to Mountown, where Laury grew weary.

Through Rocheftown wood like an arrow he pafs'd,
And came to the deep hills of Dalkey at laft ;
There gallantly plung'd himfelf into the fea,
And faid in his heart, Sure none dare follow me :
But foon, to his coft, he perceiv'd that no bounds
Could flop the purfuit of fuch (launch mettl'd hounds ; |
His policy here did not ferve him a rum,
Five couple of tartars were hard at his brufli.

To recover the more then again was his drift ; '
But, ere he could reach to the top of the clift,
He found both of fpeed and of cunning a lack,
Being waylaid and kill'd by the relt of the pack. ,
At his death there were prefent the lads I have fung,
Save Laury, who, riding a garron, was flung.
Thus ended, at length, a moil delicate chafe,
That held us five hours and ten minutes fpace.

We return'd to Kilfuddery's plentiful board,
Where dwells Hofpitality, Truth, and my Lord ;
We talk'd o'er the chafe, and we toafted the health
Of the man that ne'er varied for places or wealth.
Owen Bray baulk'd a leap ; fays HalPrefton, 'twas odd j
'Twas fliameful, cries Jack, by the great living God !
Says Prefton, I halloo'd, Get on, though you fall ;
Or I'll leap over you, your blind gelding and all.

Each glafs was adapted to freedom and fport ;
For party affairs we conlign'd to the court :
Thus we finiih'd the reft of the day and the night
In gay flowing bumpers and focial delight :
Then, till the next meeting, bid, farewel each brother ;
For fome they went one way and fome went another.
As Phoebus befriended our earlier roam,
So Luna took care in conducting us home*
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SONG CLXI.

WPIAT MAN, IN HIS WITS.

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What man, in his wits, had not rather he poor, Than

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for lucre his freedom to give P Ever hufy the means of

his life to fe-cure, And fo ever negle fling to live.

Andfo ever negleSling to live.

Inviron'd from morning to night in a croud,

Not a moment unbent or alone ;
Conftrain'd to be abject, though never fo proud,

And at ev'ry one's call but his own.

Still repining and longing for quiet each hour,

Yet ftudioufly flying it ftill ;
With the means of enjoying his wifh in his pow'r,

But accurft with his wanting the will.

For a year muft be paft, or a day muft be come,

Before he has leifure to reft :
He muft add to his ftore this or that pretty fum,

And then will have time to be bleft.

2,o6 CALLIOPE : OR THE

But his gains, more bewitching the more they increafe^

Only iwell the denre of his eye :
Such a wretch let mine enemy live, if he pleafe ;

Let not even mine enemy die.

SONG CLXIL
WOMEN AND WINE.

Some Jay women are like th;efeas, Some the waves ^

and fame the rocks ; Some the rofe that foon decays ;

iniiiiiiiinii!

Some the weather \ andfome the cocks s But if you'll

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give me leave to tell, There's nothing can he compared

Co well As wine, winef women and wine9 They run it

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a pa-ral-lel ; They futi in a pd-rat- ku

Women are witched when they will,

So is wine, fo is wine ;
They make the ftatefman lofe his fkill,

The foldier, lawyer, and divine ;
They put a gig in the graveft fkull,
And fend their wits to gather Wool :
JTis wine, Wine, women and wine, they run in a parallel,

What is't that makes your vifage fo pale ?

What is't that makes your looks divine ?
What is't that makes your courage to fail ?
Is it not women ? Is it not wine ?
*'f is wine will make you lick when you're well ;
'Tis women that make your forehead to fwell :
'Tis wine, wine, women and wine, they run in a parallel,

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303

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CLXIII.
THE UNION.

With women and wine I defy etfry care ; For life,

without thefe, is a bubble of air ; For life, without

thefe, For life, without thefe, For life without thefe is
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a bubble of air; Each helping the other, in pleafure .

I roll, And a new flow of fpirits en - li - vens my

fouL Each helping the other, in pleafure I roll, And a '
new flow of fpirits en-livens my foul.

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Let grave fober mortals my maxims condemn,

I never ihall alter my conduct for them ;

I care not how much they my meafures decline,

Let them have their own humour — and I will have mine.

Wine, prudently us'd, will our fenfes improve ;
'Tis the fpring-tide of life and the fuel of love ;
And Venues ne*er look'd with a fmile fo divine
As when Mars bound his head with a branch of the vine.

Then come, my dear charmer ! thou nymph half divine !
Firft pledge me with kifies — next pledge me with wine :
Then giving and taking, in mutual return,
The torch of our loves fliall eternally burn.

But fhould'ft thou my paffion for wine difapprove,
My bumper I'll quit to be bleis'd with thy love ;
For, rather than forfeit the joys of my lafs,
My bottle I'll break and demolish my glafs.

SONG CLXIV.
PHILLIDA AND CORYDON.

BE

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In the merry month of May, In a morn, by break
of day, Forth I walked by the wood-fide, When, as May

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was in his pride, There Ifpfd, all alone, all alone,

Philli-da and Co-ry-don.

3IO CALLIOPE : OR THE

Much ado there was, God wot !
He would love, and fhe would not i
She faid, never man was true t
He faid, none was falfe to you.
He faid, he had lov'd her long :
She faid, love mould have no wrong.

Corydon would kifs her then :
She faid, maids muft kifs no men
1111 they did for good and all.
Then fhe made the Ihepherd call
All the heavens to witnefs truth :
Ne'er lov'd a truer youth.

Thus, with many a pretty oath,
Yea and nay, and faith and troth !
Such as filly fhepherds ufe
When they will not love abufe ;
Love, which had been long deluded,
Was, with kifTes fweet, concluded :
And Phillida, with garlands gay,
Was made the lady of the May.

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SONG CLXV.
THE COUNTRY WEDDING.

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Well met, pretty nympb, fays a jolly young fwain, Tcf

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a beautiful Jhepherdeft cr offing the plain ; Why fo

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much in hajle ? {now the month it was May) Shall I

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venture to ajk you, fair maiden^ which way ? Shall I

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venture to ajk you, fair maiden, which way ? Then

flraight to this queflion the nymph did reply, With a .

fmile on her look, and a leer in her eye, I am come

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from the village, and homeward I go ; And now \ gentle

Jhepherd, pray why would you know ?

I hope, pretty maid, you won't take it amifs,
If I tell you the reafon of afking you this ;
I would fee you fafe home, (the fwain was in love^
Of (uch a companion if you would approve,

312

CALLIOPE : OR THE

Your offer, kind fhepherd, is civil, I own,
J5ut fee no great danger in going alone ;
Nor yet can I hinder, the road being free,
For one as another, for you as for me.

No danger in going alone, it is true,
But yet a companion is pleafanter too ;
.And if you could like (now the fwain he took heart)
Such a fweetheart as. me, we never would part.
O ! that's a long word, faid the fhepherdefs then ;
I've often heard fay there's no minding you men :
You'll fay and unfay, and you'll flatter, 'tis true ;
Then leave a young maiden the firft thing you do.

O ! judge not fo harfhly, the fhepherd replied ;
To prove what I fay, 1 will make you my bride ;
To-morrow the parfon (well faid, little fwain)
Shall join both our hands, and make one of us twain
Then what the nymph anfwered to this is not faid ;
The very next morn to be fure they were wed.
Sing hey diddle, ho diddle, hey diddle down ;
Now, when mall we fee fuch a wedding in town ?

SONG CLXVI.
MAY EVE : or, KATE OF ABERDEEN.

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Thejilver mooifs en- a- mourJ d beam Steals /oft-

ly through the night, To wanton with the

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wind-ingftream, Andkifs re - jiecl - ed light. To

beds of ft ate go, bulm - yjleep, ('Tis where you've

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feldom been), May's vi-gil while the Jhep- herds keep

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With Kate of A-ber-decn, With Kate of A-ber-deen,

tmwf

With Kate of A - bet - decn.

Upon the green the virgins wait,

In rofy chaplets gay,
Till morn unbar her golden gate,

And give the promis'd May.
Methinks I hear the maids declare

The promis'd May, when feen,
Not half fo fragrant, half fo fair,

As Kate of Aberdeen.

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314 CALLIOPE : OR THfi

Strike up the tabor's boldeft notes,

We'll roufe the nodding grove ;
The netted birds mall raife their throats,

And hail the maid I love :
And fee — the matin lark miftakes,

He quits the tufted green :
Fond bird .' 'tis not the morning breaks,

'Tis Kate of Aberdeen.

Now, lightfome o'er the level mead,

Where midnight fairies rove,
Like them, the jocund dance we'll lead,

Or tune the reed to love :
For, fee, the rofy May draws nigh ;

She claims a virgin queen :
And, hark ! the happy fhepherds cry,

'Tis Kate of Aberdeen.

SONG CLXVIL
tUCY, THE FAIR QUEEN OF HEARTS.

Farewell to the park and the play. Farewell the

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ajfembly and ball ; Te parties jo frolic and gay,
^ k j. k K .

With pie ajure farewell to you all. No joys can I

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now find in wine, Shot through withjly Cupid's keen

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darts ; My freedom, well pleased, I rejign To Lucy

the fair queen of hearts, To Lucy the fair queen of

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hearts. For Lucy Ifigh, for Lucy I die. For Lucy

Ifigh, for Lucy I die, For Lucy the fair queen of

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hearts, For Lucy the fair queen of' hearts.

Though beauties are plenty, I own,

Regardlefs I view their dull charms,
Nor beauty cou'd conquer alone,

But beauty and merit difarms.
Inllpid to me all their faces,

In vain they play off all their arts,
pompar'd to the numberlefs graces

Of Lucy the fair queen of heart?,
For Lucy I figh, &c.
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calliope: or the

She Mens to all that I fay,

She blufhes whenever we meet ;
Though with others fhe's lively and gay,

With me fhe is grave and difcreet.
rJ?o church then I'll lead my fair bride,

And, fcorning deceitful jjafe arts,
Still happy, whate'er may betide,

With Lucy the fair queen of hearts.
For Lucy I figh, &c.

SONG CLXVIII.
THE FRIEND AND THE LOVER.

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Pm told by the wife ones a maid Ifhall die, They

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jay Pm too nice, bat the charge I deny ; I know but

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too well how time flies along, That we live but few

years, and yet fewer are young. But I hate to be

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cheated, And ne - ver will buy Whole a - ges of /ar-
row for moments of joy ; I ne - ver will wed till a

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youth I can find Where the friend and the lover axe
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e-qual-ly joiri* d ; Where the friend and the lover, the

friend and the lover, the friend and the lo - ver, are

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e-qual-ly joined.

No pedant, though learned, or foolifhly gay,
Or laughing becauie he has nothing to fay,
To ev'ry fair one obliging and free,
But never be fond of any but mc :

3i8

CALLIOPE ! OR THE

In whofe tender bofom my foul may confide,
Whofe kindnefs can foothe me, whole counfels can guide : '
Such a youth I wou'd marry, if fuch I cou'd find,
Where the friend and the lover are equally join'd.

From fuch a dear lover as here I defcribe

No danger fhou'd fright me, not millions fhou'd bribe ;

But, 'till this aftoni firing creature I know,

I'm fingle and happy, and flill will be fo.

You may laugh, and fuppofe I am nicer than wife ;

But I'll fhun the vain fop, the dull coxcomb defpife ;

Nor ever will wed till a youth I can find

Where the friend and the lover are equally join'd.

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SONG CLXIX.
COME KISSJVIE, SAYS HE.

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Toung Damon was whiffling, brijk and gay, With

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waijlcoat fo red, and Jlockings fo grey, Jufl merrily,

merrily, come from the fair, Jufl merrily come from

the fair, Jufl merrily come from the fair.

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met pretty Sue in the way, He met pretty Sue in

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Come kifs me, fays he ; I won't, fays Jhe, You're hold
and I hate you, I do, I declare, You're hold and I

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bate you, I do, I declare. Come kifs me, fays he, I

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won't, fays Jhe ; Come kifs me, fays he ; I won't, fays

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foe, You're bold and I hate you, I do, I declare ;

You're bold and I hate you, I do, I declare.

320

CALLIOPE : OR THE

J

He offer d a ribbon her hair to bind ;
Dear Sufan come kifs, and in pity be kind.
Or I'll hang in a fit of defpair ;
Defpair, cry'd the maiden, is blind.

Then kifs me, fays he ;

I won't, fays fhe ;
You think that I love you, I don't, I declare.

Shall we go to the parfon, he roguiihly faid ?

She curtfy'd, cry'd yes, blufh'd, and held down heF

head,
With a look that difpell'd all his care ;
For llie found that he wifh'd her to wed :

Well, kifs me, fays he ;

I will, fays flie ;
I'll kifs when we're wed, not till then I declare,

SONG CLXX.
THO' BACCHUS MAY BOAST.

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Tho1 Bacchus may boajl of his care-kill-ing bowl,

Andfol- ly in thought- drowning re-vels de - light,
Such worflnp, alas ! has no charms for the foul,

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Whenfofter de - votions the fen -fes invite. To the ar-
row of fate, or the canker of care, His potions ob-li-

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vious a balm may beflow j But to fancy that feeds on

the charms of the fair. The death of rejletliori's the

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cafe of all woe; The death of re -fee - don's the

care of all woe.

■That foul, that's poffefs'd of a dream fo divine,
■With riot wou'd bid the fweet virion begone ?
Por a tear that bedews Senfibility's fhrine

Is a drop of more worth than all Bacchus's tun.

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322 CALLIOPE : OR THE

Each change and excefs hath thro* life been my doom,
And well can I fpeak of its joy and its ft rife' ;

The bottle affords us a glimple thro' the gloom,
But love's the true funihine that gladdens our life.

Come, then, rofy Venus, and fpread o'er my light

The magic illufions that ravifh the foul !
Awake in my breaft the foft dream of delight !

And drop from thy myrtle one leaf in my bowl !
Then deep will I drink of the nectar divine,

Nor e'er, jolly god, from thy banquet remove ;
But each tube of my heart ever thirft for the wine

That's mellow'd by friendfhip and fweeten'd by love*

SONG CLXXI.

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WHEN THE MEN A-COURTING CAME.

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When the men a-courting came, With their flat f ring

prittle prattle, Of 'their fool 'ries I made game, And

■w-

rallied them with tittle tattle ; Cooing to me, wooing
to me, Teazing of me, pleajing of me, Offering pelf,

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eacbjilly elf Came cooing, wooing, bowing to me.

The divine, with looks demure,
Talk'd of tithes and eating plenty,

Show'd the profits of his cure,

And vow'd to treat me with each dainty 5
Cooing, &c.

The learned fergeant of the law

Shaw'd his parchments, briefs, and papers y
In his deeds I found a flaw ;

So difmifs'd him in the vapours ;
Cooing, &c.

Phylic now difplay'd his wealth
With his noftrums ; hut the fa<5l is,

I refolv'd to keep my health,

Nor die a martyr to his practice ;
Cooing, &c.

But, at laft, a fwain bow'd low,
Candid, handfome, tall, and clever,

Squeez'd my hand, I can't tell how,
But he won my heart for ever ;
Cooing, &c.

I fent all other wooers from me.

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324

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CLXXII.
MY NAME'S HONEST HARRY, O.

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My name's hcneft Harry, 0: Mary I will marry, 0;

In fpite of Nell or I-fa-bel F 11 follow my own va-ga

ry, 0 J With my rigdum, jigdum, airy, 0, I love lit - tie.

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Mary, 0 ; In fpite of Nell or I-fabel F II follow my own

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va-ga-ry, 0.

Straight fhe is and bonny, O,
Sweet as fugar-candy, O,

Frefh and gay

As flow-rs in May,
And I'm her Jack-a-dandy, O ;
With my rigdum, jigdum, &c.

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Soon to church I'll bring her, O,
Where we'll wed together, O,

And, that done,

Then we'll have fun,
In fpite of wind or weather, O ;
With my rigdum, jigdum, &c.

SONG CLXXIII.
THE LASSES ARE MAD. ,

The laffes are mad, the archers are mad. In nimbly
footing the ground, Sir ; In merry Sherwood no foul

fhall be fad, While harps with me-lody found, Sir. In

merry Sherwood no foul [/ball be fadi While harps with

me -h-dy found, Sir,

326 CALLIOPE : OR THE

We'll tipple till mad, then madly ling
Madrigals, catches, and glees, Sir ;

Chaunt out, like mad, till the welkin ring,
Under the mifletoe trees, Sir.
Chaunt out, &-c.

We fight like mad when we fall on our foes.,
Shoot arrows wing'd like the wind, Sir ;

The fat fallow deer can't 'fcape our bows,
Nor in fwiftnefs fafety find, Sir.
The fat, &c.

Then madly we'll fing, and madly we'll dance,

And madly all roar out, Sir,
And madly make our enemies prance,

If mad, to try about, Sir.
And madly, &c.

Brave Scarlet is mad, flout Allen is mad,
And John's as mad as the heft, Sir ;

Maidens run mad, our hearts are glad,
Stark mad fhall be ev'ry gueli, Sir.
Maidens run, &c.

SONG CLXXIV.
LET's SEEK THE BQW'R.

LeVs feek the bow'r of Robin Hood, This is his bri\

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dal day, And cheerfully, in blithe Sherwood, bride* I A

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maids and bridemen play. Then follow, follow me, my
bonny, bonny lads, And we'll the pqftime fee ; For the

minflrels Jing, And the fweet bells ring, And they

feafl right merrily, merrily ; And they feq/l right mer*

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rily, merrily.

The humming beer flows round an pails,

With mead that's ftout and old,
And am'rous virgins tell love-tales,
' To thaw the heart that's cold.
Then follow me, my bonny lads,
And we'll the paftime fee ;
For the minftrels fing
And the fweet bells ring,
And they feaft right merrily. *

There, dancing fprightly on the green,
Each light foot lad and lafs,

Sly fteuling kifTes when unfeen,
And gingling glafs with glafs.

328 CALLIOPE : Ok THE

Then follow me, my bonny lads,
And we'll the paftime fee ;
For the minftrels fing
And the fweet bells ring,
And they feaft right merrily.

:i.*?i*jt>~(S.

•«-*.« -**«*•«-«-«••««»•• »■•»»».•»•+►►•»•»»

SONG CLXXV.
MARGARITTA FIRST POSSEST.

il^iipfiiflli

Marga-rit-tafirjlpojfejlf I remember well, my
breaft, With my row, dow, dow, dow, dow, derro.

•&

ini

With my rejilefs heart next played Martha, wanton

**--■—- f-y— ^-^T-f-f-f-T'-KTriT-

Jloe-efd maid, With her tan ta ra ra ra-ro.

She to Katharine gave place,
Kate to Betfey's am'rous face,

With my row, &c
Mary, then, and gentle Ann,
Both to reign at once began,

With their tan ta, &c.

3

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 329

Jenny next, a tyrant fhe,
But Rebecca fet me free,

With my row, 8tc.
In a week from her I fled,
And took Judith in her Head,

With her tan ta, &c.

She pofTefs'd a wond'rous grace,
But Ihe wanted Sufan's face,

With my row, &c.
Ifabella's rolling eye
Eclips'd Sufan's prefently,

With her tan ta, &c.

Brown fkinn'd Befs I next obey'd,
Then lov'd Nanny, red hair'd maid,

With my row, &.c.
None cou'd bind me, I am free,
Yet love all the fair I fee,

With my tan ta, &c.

Tt

330

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CLXXVI.
WHEN RUDDY AURORA.

When ruddy Au-ra-ra a- wakens the day, And dew-

drops im - pearl the fweet Jiow-ers fo gay, Sound, found,

!_•.— — — W-—&-- ~W~ _1l_I-0-

b_: :^f.:

my Jlout archers, found horns and a-way j Witl

--- — rj-W*^— P-

arrows ; Jliarp-pointed we go, With arrows, JJjarp-point

~*-k£-

ed, we go. See Sol now a - ri - fes, in fplendor fo
bright, I 0 Pecan, I 0 Paan, For Phcebus,

for Phcebus, who leads to de - light, All glorious &

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, 33I

luttdn'd, now ri-fes to fight ; 'Tis he, boys, is god of

the bow, is god of the bow, is god of

Pot

£#<? foie;, o/"^<? 3oxf

,$><? -So/

woxe; a - ri-fes, In fplendor how bright, '27/ he, boys, is

god of the bow.

Frefh rofes we'll offer at Venus' s fhrine,

Libations we'll pour to great Bacchus divine,

While mirth, love, and pleafure, in junction combine,

For archers, true fons of the fame.

For archers, &-c.
Bid forrow adieu ; in foft numbers we'll ling ;
Love and friendfhip, love and friendfhip,
Love, friendfhip, and beautv, mail make the air ring,

T'tij

332 CALLIOPE : OR THE

Wifhing health and fuccefs to our country and king,
Increafe to their honour and fame.
To their honour and fame,
To their honour and fame,

' To their ho nour and fame.

Wifhing health and fuccefs to our country and king,
Increafe to their honour and fame.

««-«••«-«»«'.«»<-«••<••««>>••>.•>.»•• >•*■*••►•*•*••

SONG CLXXVIL
BOW, WOW, WOW.

Vllflng you a Jong, faith Fmfiiiging it now.

here, I dorCt vie an fafront either fmall or big bow

on
If

*

wow here : The fubjctl I've chofen it is the canine

<

::m:z3

race, To prove, like us, two-legged dogs they are a
~y li h£t3"1~"*^ |T ~r""~"il i "T""F r ~"lT"P"
very fine race. Bow, wow, wow, Fal, lal, lal, ad

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 333

di, addi, Bow, wow, wow.

ttiike you and I other dogs may be counted fad dogs ;
And we won't drink water, fome might: think us mad

dogs :

A courtier is a fpaniel, a citizen's a dull dog,
A foldier i9 a maftiff, a failor's a bull dog.

Bow, wow, &c

An old maid comes from church, the poor no lady kinder;
A lufty dog her footman, with prayer-book behind her :
A poor boy afks a farthing, and gets plenty of good

kicking ;
But little Shock, her lap-dog, mull have a roafted

chicken.

Bow, wow, &c.

When filly dogs, for property, uncle, fon, and brother,
Grin and marl mighty gruff, and worry one another ;
Shou'd they a bit of equity from juftice beg the loan of,
That cunning dog the lawyer, Snap, carries quick the

bone off.

Bow, wow, &c

A poet's a lank greyhound, for the public he runs game
down ;

A critic is a cur that ftrives to run his fame down ;

And though he cannot follow where the noble fport in-
vites him,

" He flyly Heals behind, and by the heel he bites him."
Bow, wow, &c.

" You've a choice pack of friends, while to feed 'em

" you are able ;
" Your dog, for his morfel, crouches under your table ;

334 CALLIOPE : OR THE

" Your friends turn tail in misfortune or difafter ;

il But your poor faithful dog will ne'er fbrfake his ma-

" Iter."

Bow, wow, &-C.

SONG CLXXVIII.
AS DERMOT TOIL'D.

'zSz^ittzb-

As Dermot toiVd one Jummer's day, Toung Shelab.

dsjhefat bejide him, Fairly Jiole his pipe away, Oh,

then, to hearjhe did deride him. Where, poor Der-

■ a\ .^--r

mot, is it gone, Tour li-ly li-ly loo - die? TJiey've left

you nothing but the drone, And that's your/elf, you

SR

noo - - die. Beam, bum, boodle, loodle, loodle, Beam,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 335

bum, boodle, foodie, loo. Poor Dermoids pipe is lojl

and gone, And what will the poor devil do ?

Fait now I am undone, and more,

Cried Dermot — Ah ! will you be eafy ?
Did you not Ileal my heart before ?

Is it you have made a man run crazy ?
I've nothing left me now to moan ;

My lily lily loodle
That us'd to cheer me fo, is gone,

Ah ! Dermot, thou'rt a noodle.
Beam, bum, boodle, loodle, loodle,
Beam, bum, boodle, loodle, loo,
My heart, and pipe, and peace, are gone,

What next will cruel Shelah do ?

Then Shelah, hearing Dermot vex,

Cried, fait 'twas little Cupid mov'd me,
You fool, to Ileal it out of tricks,

Only to fee how much you lov'd me.
Come cheer thee, Dermot, never moan,

But take your lily loodle ;
And, for the heart of you that's gone,

You fhall have mine, you noodle.
Beam, bum, boodle, loodle, loodle,
Beam, bum, boodle, loodle, loo ;
Shelah's to church with Dermot gone ;

And, for the reft — what's that to you ?

33^

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CLXXIX.
THE SINE QUA NON.

Lord ! Lord ! without victuals and drink. We po-ets
mujl give up each fir ain\ It helps us, poor devils, to

=NPpiS

think, And thrajb with more vigour our brain. With-

__s^ _

&~~y

out victuals and drink, Lord ! the world were un-

- r_^£ -

^~r~ A.1Zm-~. I— #■ ZW —3 f_ _ I— p "r" j

done, '27V the foul of the world, "'tis the line qua non.

-«-*? — R — fer"h-r- N-

-V-jf* — -J 1 —

'27/ the line qua non, the line qua non, The foul of

the worlcl, 'its the line qua non.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 337

The foldier, 'midft battle's alarms,

Without it, could ill face his foe ;
So faint would he handle his arms,

And draw with fuch weaknefs his bow.
Without victuals, &c.

What would ladies and gentlemen do,
That fay fuch fine things to each other ?

They would never be able to coo ;

They could never be father and mother,

Without victuals, &c.

Then hey for good victuals and drink !

Who is there that would not caroufe ? *
Wherever he may be, I think

He's not to be found in this houfe.
Without victuals, &c.

Uq

538

CALLIOPE : OR THE

ife-

SONG CLXXX.
WHEN FIRST I BEGAN, SIR.

When fit ft I began, Sir, to o-gle the la- dies, And

^zizzz

—*.-

~u

mm

prattle f oft nothings, as a pretty fellow 's trade is j

Whilft with rapfrous praifes I dwelt on ev* ry fea~turet

If IJlole ajlykifs, "'twas, Fye, you wicked creature ;

-*-

But foon, in tones lower, and fofter, and fweeter,

:::p=JzF-:E=j=

Half pleas" dthey" dwhifper, Fye, fye, you wicked creature.

Indeed my attractions no gallantry needed ;
Each ev'ning new conqueft to conquefts fucceeded ;
Perplex'd how fo many fond claims I fhou'd parry,
To fettle them all, I refolv'd, faith, to marry ;
And prefs'd lovely Laura, in language ftill fweeter,
Till, bluihing, me whifper'd, I'm yours, you wicket
creature. 3

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

339

SONG CLXXXI.
TOL DE ROL LOL, SIR.

-«

In vain the ills of life affa.il; I never yet would

EE:zxEE~5

r*- p--

:p — :>±:

jy7<?/W w<? ; Nor flail their malice e'er prevail, IVhilfl

:&z_:£~

frolic mirth canjhield me. Like curs they fiarl, hut

— -»

-*T—

i?fcEzzt?L^zz|?:rz&z?E±£=Efe

: izfzzipzzpz:: piipzzbzzg: :zt

dare not bite ; I Ijeed them not at all, Sir y But laugh
at all their roguijh fpite, And fill Jing tol de rol lol,

Sir.

I ever fcorn'd, with face of woe,
Proud dames to dangle after ;

With fmiles I bent young Cupid's tow,
And tipt his fhafts with laughter :

34° CALLIOPE ! OR THE

Succefs ftill mark'd each merry dart,
Black, fair, brown, fhort, or tall, Sir ^

I conquer'd ev'ry female heart
With tol de rol de rol lol, Sir.. .

In fpite of Dons fo grave and wife,

'Till o'er old Styx I ferry,
I always fhall moft highly prize

Whatever's blithe and merry.
May love and laughter ever be

Attendant on my call, Sir !
Here's, what I ever lov'd to fee,

A glafs to tol de rol lol, Sir !

SONG CLXXXII.
YOUNG ROGER THE PLOUGHMAN.

—fii I i • V &-, •

Toung Roger the ploughman, who wanted a mate,

3fa=

" "tz —

Went, along with his daddy, a-courting of Kate ; With
a nofcgay fo large, in his ho-li-day clothes, His hands

in his pockets, away Roger goes. Now, he was as

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

34*

baprful as ha/Jrful could be, And Kitty, poor girl,

I_l*,s._Ij£_ISE_c.I — \— —

was as bajloful as he : So he bow'd, and hejlar'd, and

■m-j

^^~J=%:

ziizez:

.^.

he let his hat fall, And he grinned, /cratch' d his head,
0

and J aid nothing at all. And he grinrCd, fcra,tchyd bis

head, and f aid nothing at all.

If aukward the fwain, no lefs aukward the maid ;
She ihnper'd and blufrVd, with her apron-ftring play'd ;
Till the old folks, impatient to have the thing done,
Agreed that young Roger and Kate fliou'd be one.
In filence the young ones both nodded afient,
Their hands being join'd, to be married they went ;
Where they anfwer'd the parfon with voices fo finall,
You'd have fworn that they both had faid nothing at all.

But, mark what a change ! in the courfe of a week,
Kate quite left off blufhing, Rodge boldly cou'd fpeak,
Cou'd joke with his deary, laugh loud at the jeft ;
tShe cou'd coax too, and fondle, as well as the beit ;

342 CALLIOPE : OR THE

And, afham'd of paft folly, they've often declar'd,
To encourage young folks who at courtfhip are fcar'd,
If at firft to yOur aid fome affu ranee you'll call,
When once you are us'd to't, 'tis nothing at all.

SONG CLXXXUI.
WHEN UP TO LONDON.

~«- ~ ~ '

When up to London jirjl I came. An aukward country

booby, I gap* d> and flar\i, and did the fame As ev* ry i

o - ther looby. With countenance demurely fet, I doff' 'd

eISk

lm

my hat to all I met, With, Zir, your humble fe want $
With, Zir, your humble few ant.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 343

Alas ! too foon I got a wife ;

And, proud of fuch a bleffing,
The joy and bulinefs of my life

Was killing and careffing;
'Twas " Charmer ! Sweeting ! Duck and Dove !"
And I, o'er head and ears in love,

Was Cupid's humble fervant.

She's gone, poor girl ; and, in my cot,

With friend and bottle fmiling,
I'd envy not a higher lot,

The tedious hours beguiling.
If Care peeps in, I'm bufy then ;
I nod, defire he'll call again,

And am his humble fervant.

Since life's a jeft, as wife ones fay,

'Tis bell employ'd in laughing ;
And, come what frowning cares there may,

My antidote is quaffing.
I'm ever jovial, gay, and free ;
For this is my philofophy ;

And fo, your humble fervant.

344-

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CLXXXIV.
YOU MUST, GOOD SIR, EXCUSE ME.

A fig for all your whining fluff; Fine fpeeches fweet

— i_.Js , i,

as honey j Of love you can* t give proof enough tjnlefs

^^"T^jj ~>r irri

&P

i=

you give your money. Were I your miflrefs, faith and

-m —

troth, Tour avarice foon-wou'd lofe me ; For compliments ,

«H

are but mere froth, Tou muft, good Sir, excufe me.

Of all the arrows love can boaft,

The golden ones are beft, Sir ;
And he who boldly bids the moft

Can never be in jeft, Sir.
'Tis true that I make rather free ;

But faith you fhan't refufe me :
So draw your purfe-ftrings now, d'ye fee.

Or elfe you muft excufe me.

I

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

345

SONG CLXXXV.
LOW DOWN IN THE BROOM.

My daddy is a canker' d carle, He'll nae twin wV

mm

m

his gear ; My minnyjhe's a fcolding wife, Hads a* the
houfe a-Jleer ; But, let them fay, or let them do, It's

a' ane to me; For he's low down, he's in the broom,
, n *ya_ ^1_ Vt

:i£z£z:

y~ I "~K ~p ~W « ~m__~_ ~ ~j"*~ "

That's waiting on me. Waiting on me, my love, He's

4- • k~

waiting on me ; For he's low down, he's in the broom,

i;

That's waiting on me.

Xx

146 calliope: or the

My aunty Kate fits at her wheel,

And fair fhe lightlies me ;
But weel ken I it's a' envy ;

For ne'er a jo has me.
But let them fay, &c.

My coufin Kate was fair beguil'd

Wi' Johnny i' the glen ;
And ay iince-fyne lhe cries, beware

Of falfe deluding men.
But let her fuy, &c.

Glee'd Sandy he came weft ae night,
And fpeer'd when 1 fuw J^ate ;

And ay iince-lyne the neighbours round
They jeer me air and late.

$ut let them fay, &-c.

SONG CLXXXVI.
CONTENTED I AM.

Contented 1 am, and con-trnt-rd PR be ; Refultfd,
.*__£ __ .fl -|— ■— ^ — ,- — fc — N ^

in this life, to live happy and free. With the cares
• qf this world Pm feldom perplex' d ; Pm fometimes,

V

li

t

i]

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

347

un-ea -fy, but never am vex*d : Some higher, fo?/ie
lower, I own there may be ; But there's more who

live worfe than live better than me.

My life is a compound of freedom and eafe ;,

I go where I will, and return when I pleafe ;

I live above envy, alfo above ftrife ;

And wifli I had judgment to choofe a good wife :

I'm neither fo high nor fo low in degree,

But ambition and want are both ftrangers to me.

Did you know hew delightful my gay hours do pafs,
With my bottle before me, embrae'd by my lafs ;
I'm happy while with her, contented alone;
My wine is my kingdom ; my caik is my throne ;
My glafs is the fceptre by which I mall reign ;
And my whole privy council's a flalk of Champaign.

! When money comes in, I live well till it's gone ;

[While I have it quite happy, contented with none.

! If I lofe it at gaming, I think it but lent ;
If 1 fpend it genteelly, I'm always content :
Thus in mirth and good humour my gay hours do pais,

I And on Saturday's night I am juft as I was.

xij

34*

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CLXXXVII.
BRIGHT PHOEBUS.

Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day, And
the horns and the hounds call each fportfman a - way ;

-j&mzrmz\zzhzm

And the horns and the hounds call each fportfman away.

Thro' woods and thro1 meadows, with f peed, now they

hound, While health, ro-fy health, is in ex - er-cife

»-

found; Tbr'o* woods and thro' meadows, with f peed, now
they bound, While health, rofy health, is in ex -er-cife

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

349

_: ^T"piTrr> — ±: -ptl-r-^-F — Ft F-F-

*-+-

found. Hark away ! Hark away ! Hark away is

^-r**.----,^

X-..

the word to the found of the horn

■ - - And e - choy and

,7;- rurr-f

■J-- p

^ - oho. And e - £#0, blithe e - £#0, makes jo-

vial the morn.

Each hill and each valley is lovely to view,
While Pufs flies the covert, and dogs quick purfue.
Behold where fhe flies o'er the wide-fpreading plain !
While the loud op'ning pack purfue her amain.
Hark away, &.c.

At length Pufs is caught, and lies panting for breath,
And the fhout of the huntfman's the lignal of death.
No joys can delight like the fports of the field ;
To hunting all paftimes and pleafures mull yield.
Hark away, &c.

\5°

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CLXXXVIII.

THE TOBACCO-BOX: A Dialogue.
Thomas.

Thoy the fate of battle on to-mor - row wait,

B

Lei's not lofe our prattle ; now, my charm-ing Kate.

-ft-*^-;

""Till the hour of glory, h'vejhou'd now take place ;

Nor damp the joys before you with a fu - - hire cafe.

Kate. Oh, my Thomas, Hill be conftant, ftill be true !
Be but to your Kate as Kate is ftill to you ;
Glory will attend you, ftill will make us bleft ;
With my firmeft love, my dear, you're ftill poffeft.

Tho. No new beauties tafted, I'm their arts above ;

, Three campaigns are wafted, but not fo my love \
Anxious ftill about thee, thou art all I prize ;
Never, Kate, without thee, will I bung thefe eyes.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 35I

Kate. Conftant to my Thomas I will ftill remain,

Nor think I will leave thy fide the whole campaign ;
But I'll cherifh thee, and ftrive to make thee bold :
May'ft thou fhare the vicVry ! may'ft thou mare
the gold ! s

Tbo. If, by fome bold action, I the halbert bear,

Think what fatisfaction, when my rank you fhare.
Drefs'd like any lady-fair from top to toe ;
v Fine lac'd caps and ruffles then will be your due.

Kate. If a fergeant's lady I fhou'd chance to prove,
Linen fliall be ready always for my love ;
Never more will Kate the captain's laundrefs be ;
I'm too pretty, Thomas, love, for all but thee.

Tbo. Here, Kate, take my 'bacco-box, a foldier's all ;
If by Frenchmens blows your Tom is doom'd to fall,
When my life is ended, thou may'ft boaft and prove,
Thou'd'lt my firft, my laft, my only, pledge of love.

Kate. Here, take back thy 'bacco-box, thou'rt all to me ;
Nor think but I will be near thee, love, to fee ;
In the hour of danger let me always fhare ;
I'll be kept no flranger to my foldier's fare.

Tbo. Check that riling figh, Kate, Hop that falling tear;
Come, my pretty comrade, entertain no fear ;
But, may Heav'n befriend us ! Hark ! the drums

command :
Now I will attend you. Love, I kifs your hand.

Kate.*l can't Hop thefe tears, tho' crying I difdain ;

But mull own 'tis trying hard the point to gain :
May good Heav'ns defend thee ! Conqueft on thee

' wrait J
One kifs more, and then I give thee up to fate.

9 Both repeat this verfe, only Thomas fays, { ^ld ^felf t^fete! $

352

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CLXXXIX.
THE MAID THAT TENDS THE GOATS.

Slow.

Up amang yon cliffy rocks ; Sweetly rings the rifing
echo. To the maid that 'tends the goats. Lilting o'er

her native notes. Hark ! Jhejings, " Towtg Sandy' s
kind, An' he's promis'd ay to lo'e me ; Here's a brotch,

I ne' er Jhall tin'd Till he's fairly marry' d to me.

K tT'

Drive away, ye drone. Time, An' bring about our bri~

m

dal day.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 353

Sandy herds a flock o' fheep ;
Af en does he blaw the whiftle
In a flrain fae faftly fweet,
Lammies, lift'ning, dare nae bleat.
He's as fleet's the mountain roe,
Hardy as the highland heather,
Wading thro' the winter mow^
Keeping ay his flock together.
But a plaid, wi' bare houghs,
He braves the bleakeft norlin bla.lt.

Brawly he can dance and ling

Canty glee or highland cronach ;

Nane can ever match his fling

At a reel, or round a ring.

Wightly can he wield a rung ;

In a brawl he's ay the bangfter ;

A' his praife can ne'er be fung

By the langeft winded Tanglier.

Sangs that ling o' Sandy

Come fhort, tho' they were e'er fae lang."

Ty

354

CAltlOPE: OR THE

SONG CXC.
ALL AMONGST THE LEAVES SO GREEN, O.

PPP^p;@^

In the for eft, here, bard by, A bold robber late

.p. — p..

was I; Witb my blunderbufs in band, Wben I bid a

gilipgiEgiiiiiii

traveler ftandf Zounds ! deliver up your cajh, Or your
noddle IJhallJlaJh, All among ft the leaves fo green,

O. Damme, Sir, Ifyouftir, Sluice your veins, Blow

jE^jE^E^ppgg^jE-:

your brains, Hey down, bo down, Derry, deny, down,

All amongft the leaves fo green, 0.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, 355

Soon I'll quit the roving trade
When a gentleman I'm made ;
Then, fo fpruce and debonnaire,
Gad ! I'll court a lady fair.
JIow I'll prattle, tattle, chat.
How I'll kifs her, and all that,
AH amongft the leaves fo green, O.

How d'ye do ?

How are you ?

Why fp coy ?

Let us toy ;
Hey d,own, ho down,
Derry, derry, down,
All amongft the leaves fo green, O,

put, ere old and grey my pate,
I'll fcrape up a fnug eftate ;
With my nimblenefs of thumbs
I'll foon butter all my crumbs ;
When I'm juftice of the peace,
Then I'll mafter many a leafe,
All amongft the leaves fo green, Q,

Wig profound,

Belly round,

Sit at eafe,

Snatch the fees,
Hey down, ho down,
Derry, derry, down,
411 amongft the leaves fo green, Q.

Fyij

>5$

CALLIOPE : OR TH$

SONG CXCI.
WIDDLE WADDLE.

:2r

jBT • *

The Prado I re-fort-ed, That brilliant place, That

irMiztrzi

brilliant place ; This comely per/on /ported, All dreji\

in lace, All drejl in lace, 'Twas all about report-

t-

ed, And no dlfgrace, And no difgrace, The ancient

— P" — "yT" fciazrzczzp: :zp:a:~
ttzazV/ I courted Littd this pretty face, This pretty

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 357

When firft my perfon blefs'd her,

Sir, what d'ye want ?

Sir, what d'ye want ?
And, when I'd have carefs'd her,

Indeed you fhan't,

Indeed you fhan't.
So cunning I addrefs'd her,

With figh and pant,

With figh and pant,
That foon I kifs'd and prefs'd her,

I'm fo gallant,

I'm fo gallant.

My fair in wit fo arch is,

I'm her dawdle,

I'm her dawdle ;
My very foul flie fearches,

Shakes her noddle,

Shakes her noddle ;
My heart with love fhe parches,

My blood does coddle,

My blood does coddle ;
And like a duck fhe marches,

Widdle, waddle,

Widdle, waddle,

35%

CALLIOPE .* OR THE

SONG CXCII.
ROW DE DOW, DOW.

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How happy the foldier who lives on his pay, And

fS ■ ■ -» ft .w _ I II I 111 ~ fS ~ fc ■— _ _ t B _JS_

fpends half a crown out ofjixpence a-day ; Tet fears
neither juftices, warrants, or bums. But pays all bis

n

debts with the roll of his drums. With row de dow,

-m — p — k — kt — P—

row de dow, row de dow, dow ; And he pays all his

fi-tQitt-JM

debts with the roll of his drums.

He cares not a marvedy how the world goes ;
His king finds him quarters, and money, and clothes i
He laughs at all forrow whenever it comes,
And rattles away with the roll of his drums.
With a row de dow, &c.

VOCAL ENCHAttTRESSo

The drum is his glory, his joy and delight,
It leads him to pleafure as well as to fight ;
No girl, when flie hears it, tho' ever fo glum,
But packs up her tatters, and follows the drum.
With a row de dow, &c.

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SONG CXCIII.
DREARY DUN.

359

A majler I have, and I am his man, Galloping

l_«JL _-.

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dreary dun ; A majler I have, and I am his man,
And he'll get a wife as f aft as he can, With his haily,

gaily, gamboraily, gigglivg, niggling, galloping gallo-

-i:~ z — ~- — :- iizLJj :

way, draggle tail dreary dun.

\6o

CALLIOPE : OR THE

I faddled his fleed fo fine and fo gay,

Galloping dreary dun ;
I mounted my mule and we rode awayj

With his haily, &c

We canter' d along until it grew dark,

Galloping dreary dun j
The nightingale fung inftead of the lark,

With his haily, &c.

We met with a friar, and alk'd him our way,

Galloping dreary dun ;
By the Lord ! fays the friar, you're both gone aftra}r,

With your haily, &-C. "*

Our journey, I fear, will do us no good,

Galloping dreary dun ;
We wander alone, like the babes in the wood,

With our haily, &d

My mailer is fighting, and I'll take a peep,

Galloping dreary dun ;
But now I think better, I'd better go fleep^

With my haily, &-c.

SONG CXCIV.
KISS THE COLD WINTER AWAY.

Hey for a Iqfs and a bottle to cheer, And a thump-

ing bantling every year ; Hey for a lafs and a bottle

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36l

jk-

to cheer, And a thumping bantling every year. With

--*—,

, — >*

Jkin as white as f now, And hair as brown as a
W h K,.__ *.

-^-h+- h-

berry ; With eyes as black as ajloe, And lips as

&~

red as a cherry. With Jkin as white as /now, And

. |_ ^ g -y _l

hair as brown as a berry ; With eyes as black as a

Jloe, And lips as red as a 1 herry. Sing roufy, toufy,
rantum, fcantum, Laugh and lie down is the play :

We'll cuddle together, To keep out the weather, And
Zz

3^2

calliope: or the

kifs the cold winter away ; Kifs, kifs the cold winter.

away, Kifs, kifs the cold winter away.

Laugh while you live \

For, as life is a jeft.
Who laughs the moll

Is fure to live bed.
When I was not fo old

I frolick'd among the miffes ;
And, when they thought me too bold,

I ftopp'd their mouths with khTes.
Sing rory, tory, &-c

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SONG CXCV.

LIKE MY DEAR SWAIN.

Like my dear fwain no youth you'd fee, So blithe,
fo gay, fo full af glee y In all our village, who but

-* — p •■—

he Could foot it uh fo featly ? His lute to hear t

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

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from far and near, Each female came, both girl and

dame; And all his boon for entry tune, To kifs 'em

round fo fweetly.

While round him, in the jocund ring,
I've nimbly danc'd, he'd play or ling ;
Of May the youth was chofen king,

He caught our ears fo neatly :
Such mufic rare in his guitar,
But touch his flute the crowd was mute 5
His only boon for ev'ry tune,

To kifs 'em round fo fweetly.

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXCVI.
WHEN BROTHER BOBBY.

T_h L. ,

When brother Bobby came firjl to town, By fill he

-3*—

§

was caWd a country clown j But nozv, to be fare,

*m

Js J& 2

he is alter* d quite, He can do any thing but read

ro

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IZZ^I

and write : Both hyperbole and common-place, And

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m

that fort of thing he f peaks with grace ; He bows and

.p. m.

Jlruts with modifl) fwi;g, And the ladies cry, Lord1.

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n±zt7-£=zL.

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fo'j- quite the thing. He is neat the thing, and complete

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the thing, And the ladies cry he is quite the thing ;

-m -r—

c-\

fes

He bows andjlruts with modi/Jj /wing, And the ladies

cry, he is quite the thing.

Then why ihou'd Bobby call me a fool,
When I learn'd to write at Launce'ton* fchool ?
Lord Sparkle does my learning praife,
And, when I dance, with rapture gaze.
Both hyperbole and common-place,
I, too, will lifp with modern grace ;
And all the town iTiall henceforth ring
With — Mils Pendragon is quite the thing.

She's neat the thing, and complete the thing,

And Mifs Pendragon is quite the thing ;

And all the town lhall henceforth rino;

With Mils Pendragon is quite the thing,

* Launcefton, a <*>wn in Cornwall,

M

:M

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXCVII.

THO' LEIXLIP IS PROUD.

fi"-W-"f firJr

Thcf Leixlip is proud of its clofejbady bowers,
Its clear fall- ing waters, its murnCring cafcades,

Its groves of fine myrtle, its beds of fweet flowers,
Its lads fo well drefs'd, and its neat pretty maids :

- N —

As each his own village willflill make the mojl of,

:^=:^=:3zzriz:=:—

i

\nfiife

Jnhraife of dear Carton, I hope Vm not wrong.

^ffl'lHH^^'jt'^^

iiffipi^sp^#i

N- \J

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367

Dear Carton, containing what kingdoms may boaji of,

Eg£

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,'u,'!.

'Ti'jr Nor ah, dear Nor ah, the theme of my Jong. Dear

Carton, containing what kingdo?ns may boajl of, ,Tis

Nor ah, dear Nor ah, the theme ofmyfong.

Be gentlemen fine, with their fpurs and nice boots oq,

Their horfes to ftart on the Curragh of Kildare •,
Or dance at a ball, with their Sunday new fuits on,

Lac'd waiflcoat, white gloves, and their nice powder' d
hair :
Poor Pat, while fo blefl in his mean humble flation,

For gold, or for acres, he never Ihall long j
One fweet fmile can give him the wealth of a nation,

From Norah, dear Norah, the theme of my fong.

WHtyfitkWtgpB

368

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CXCV1II.
AULD ROBIN GRAr. Scots Air.

-Tj-ss K St

When thefieep are in the fauld, and the ky at
hame, And a? the warld to Jleep are gane> The

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ifrt^ o' 7«y heart fa? injhow'rsfrae my e'e, When

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I

^y gudeman lies found by me.

New Set of AULD ROBIN GRAY,

Toung Jamie lov'd me weel,t and tifi'd trie for his

bride ; But,%fcr~ "jing a crown', he had naething elfe

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be-Jide : To make the crown a pound my Jamie gaeyd
to fea ; And the crown and the pound were baith \

ZZB

±±4-*£?±

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for me. He had nae bee?i gane but a year and a

day When my fa - tber brak his arm and our cow

HgBUg

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wasjlouna-way; My mither fie fell Jick ; and

_h ft

Jamie at the fea ; And auld Robin Gray came a-

court- ing to me±

My father cou'dna work ; fny mither cou'dna fpin ;
1 toil'd day and night ; but their bread I cou'dna win :

A

37© CALLIOPE: OR Tlili

Auld Rob maintain'd them baith ; and, vvi* tears in his

e'e,
Said, Jenny, for their fakes, O marry me !
My heart it faid, Na ; and I look'd for Jamie back :
But the wind it blew hard, and the fhip it was a wrack*,
The fhip it was a wrack— why didna Jenny dee :

0 why was fhe fpar'd to cry, Wae's me ?

My father urg'd me fair ; my mither didna fpeak ;
But fhe looked in my face till my heart was like to break:
Sae I gae him my hand, but my heart was i' the fea •,
And auld Robin Gray was gudeman to me. ,

1 hadna been a wife a week but only four,
When, fitting fae mournfully ae night at the door,
I faw my Jamie's wraith, for I cou'dna think it he,
Till he laid, ITm come name, love, to marry thee.

0 fair did we greet, and little did we fay ;

We took but ae kifs, and we tore ourfelves away.

1 wifh that I were dead ; but I'm no like to dee :
How lang fhall I live to cry, O wae's me ?

I gang like a ghaift, and I downa think to fpin ;
I darena think on Jamie, for that wou'd be a fin ;
But I'll e'en do my befl a gude wife to be \
For auld Robin Gray is ay kind to me.

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SONG CXCIX.

THE DEATH OF AULD ROBIN GRAY.

kar£°' ^

The fummer was fmiling, all nature round looked

gay, Wb&i Jenny was attending on auld Robin Gray:w

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

371

For he was Jick at heart, and had nae friend bejidet

_v ; -j^JL. _ _,__

But only me, poor Jenny, who newly was his bride.

-5?-*-

Ah, Jenny, IJJjalldee, he crtfd, as Jure as I had birth!

r?)

— *--*d— -4r —

Then fee my poor auld banes, pray, laid in the earth;

And be a widow for my fake a twelvemonth and a

as

day, And Pll leave you whatever belongs to auld Ro-

bin Gray.

3 A U

372 CALLIOPE : OR THE

I laid poor Robin in the earth as decent as I could,
And fhed a tear upon his grave ; for he was very good,
I took my rock all in my hand, and in my cot 1 figh'd,

0 wae's me ! what fhall I do lince poor auld Robin dy'd ?
Search ev'ry part throughout the land there's nane like

me forlorn,
I'm ready e'en to ban the day that ever I was born ;
For Jamie, all I lov'd on earth, ah .' he is gone away, ,
My father's dead, my mother's dead, and eke auld Ro-
bin Gray.

1 rofe up with the morning fun, and fpun till fetting day,
And one whole year of widowhood I mourn'd for Robin

Gray;
I did the duty of a wife both kind and conflant too ;
Let ev'ry one example take? and Jenny's plan purfue. .
I thought that Jamie he was dead, or he to me was loft,
And all my fond and youthful love entirely was crofs'd;
I try'd to ling, I try'd to laugh, and pafs the time away ;
For I had ne'er a friend alive lince dy'd auld Robin Gray.

* At length the merry bells rung round, I cou'dna guefs

the caufe ;
But Rodney was the man, they faid, who gain'd fp muc'

applaufe.
I doubted if the tale was true, till Jamie came to me
And fhow'd a purfe of golden ore, and faid it is for thee.
Auld Robin Gray, I find, is dead, and Hill your heart

is true ;
Then take me, Jenny, to your arms, and I will be fo too ;
Mefs John fhall join us at the kirk, and we'll be blithe

and gay,
I blulh'd, confented, and reply'd, adieu to Robin Gray.

*? This verfe to be fung quick.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

373

7c

SONG CC.
LOCK'D IN MY CHEST.

LoclCd in my chejt I've fifty pound, With four good
acres of mea-dow ground ; For your bonny black

eye, fweet Lauretta, I Jigh; Marry me, my fweet lafs,

■m — k j~T"hj — n — I* Bl *

you'' 11 in plenty abound.

I've two pack-horfes, a jack-afs, and fow,
A barrow, a harrow, fpade, flail, cart, and plough,
Ducks, turkies, geefe, hens, fourteen fheep in my pens,
Heifer, calf, cat, and goat, and a fine milch-cow.

A kettle of brafs, and a pot to ftew,

A warning-tub, and a vat to brew,

A warming-pan bright, and a dog barks by night ;

Say, will you marry me ? and I'll marry you.

374

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCI.
I PREFER A FLOWING BOWL.

— «T^ ^

2>/ £#<? Sultan"1 s wanton care Thoufands of the fex

j p I - * # * M "~T 1 ™ Iffl?^ • 1

prepare ; Gentle, pretty, frijking lajfes, Young and
handfome as the Graces; Let him kifs ''em one and all,

EfefegEEt

*-€

What then ? what then ? this concerns not me at all;
For, like ev'ry thirfly foul, I prefer a flowing bowl.

Chorus.

I prefer a flowing bowl. For, like ev'ry thirfly foul,
I prefer a flowing bowl. I prefer a flowing bowl.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 375

Let the noble duke or peer
Sell his thoufand pounds a-year ;
Let him quit his grafs and ftubble,
He'll foon find that life's a bubble ;

Let him rife, or let him fall,

What then, &c

Let the valiant foldier go
Seeking dangers to and fro ;
Let him, when the trumpets rattle,
Brave the foremoft of the battle.

Honour fears nor fword nor ball,

What then, &c.

376

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCII.

TO THE GREENWOOD GANG WI' ME.

To /peer my love, wV glances fair, The wood-

H. V /-P:

land lad-die came ; He vow'd he wou'd be ay

fincere, And thus he /pake his flame : The morn

3g— ,„-j ^„ _».^_-_

zj blithe, my bon-ny fair, As blithe as blithe can

be; To the green wood gang, my lajfy dear, To

the green wood gang wi' me. Gang wP me.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

gang ivV me, To the green wood gang, my lajfy

^r-~^Y^'-^^-fr^o\-i

dear, To the green wood gang w? me.

The lad wi' love was fo opprefs'd

I wad na fay him nay ;
My lips he kifs'd, my hand he prefs'd,

While tripping o'er the brae :
Dear lad, I cry'd, thou'rt trig and fair,

And blithe as blithe can be ;
To the green wood gang, my laddie dear,

To tlie green wood gang wi' me.

The bridal day is come to pafs,

Sic joy was never feen ;
Now I am call'd the woodland lafs,

The woodland laddie's queen :
I blefs the morn fo frefh and fair

I told my mind fo free,
To the green wood gang, my laddie dear.

To the green wood gang wi' me.

3»

. 378

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCIIL
THE BRITISH LION IS MY SIGN.

The Briti/h li - on is my fign, A roaring trade I

drive on ; Right Englijh u -fage, neat French wine,
A landla - dy mujl thrive on. At table d'hotte to eat

and drink, Z-et French and Englijh mingle \ And while

f. tr. j. G\ w

to me they bring the chink, Faith, let the glajfes

jingle. Tour rhino rattle, Come men and cattle, Come

all to Mijlrefs Cafey ; Of trouble and money, My

vbCAL ENCHANTRESS.

jewel, my honey, I warrant Fll make you all eafy,

When drefs'd and feated in my bar,

Let fquire or beau or belle come ;
Let captains kifs me, if they dare,

'Tis, Sir, you're kindly welcome !
On muffle, cog, and flip, I wink,

Let rooks and pigeons mingle ;
And if to me they bring the chink,

Faith, let the glalTes jingle.
Rhino rattle, Sec.

Let love fly here on filken wings,

His tricks I ftill connive at ;
The lover who would fay foft things

Shall have a room in private.
On pleafure I am pleas'd to wink,

So lips in kifles mingle ;
For while to me they bring the chink,

Faith, let the glalTes jingle.
Your rhino rattle, &g.

3 B ij

3$Q CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCIV.
THE FtlOLICKSOME FELLOW.

i/2 London my life is a ring of delight ; In frolics '

r*

I keep up the day and the night ; Ifnooze at the

Hummums till twelve, perhaps later ; I rattle the bell.

and I roar up the waiter : Tour Honour, fays he, and

he tips me a leg ; He btings me my tea \ hut Ifwal-

■m — fc

low an egg : For tea in a morning's a flop I renounce;

•m --r-a

^

So I down with a glafs of the right cherry bounce.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

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With /wearing, tearing, ranting, jaunting,

-*-—

-»-

Jlajhing, fmajhing, Jmacking, cracking, rumbling,
Jt ^ -p ~i—P zj-T-p f1— P— f1-— p

tumbling, laughing, quaffing, fmoaking, joking, fwag-

-m —

::fii=Ei=EE=^:

w

g"1 ring, flagg* ring : So thoughtlefs, fo knozving, fo

=;-#"

green, and fo mellow j This, this is the life of a frolick-

BI3Z"

i.— .».

:eie;

fome fellow.

My phaeton I mount, and the plebs they all Hare ;
I handle my reins, and my elbows I fquare ;
My ponies ib plump and as white as a lilly,
Through Pall-Mail I fpank it, and up Piccadilly j
:Till, lofing a wheel, egad ! down come I fmack,
•So at Knightibridge I throw myfelf into a hack J
At Tatterfal's fling a leg over my nag ;
Thus vifit for dinner, then drefs in a bag.
With fwearing, &c.

3$2 CALLIOPE : OR THE

I roll round the garden, and call at the Rofe ;
And then at both playhoufes pop in my nofe :
I lounge in the lobby, laugh, fwear, Aide, and fwagger)
Talk loud, take my money, and out again {tagger :
I meet at the Shakefpear a good-natur'd foul \
Then down to our club at St James's I roll :
The joys of the night are a thoufand at play ;
And thus at the finifh begin the next day.
With fwearing, &c.

SONG CCV.
NO HURRY I'M IN TO BE MARRY'D.

._ _ — j|— -£ ■

]$o hurry Pm in to be marry7 d; But if ifs the

will of my brother ; Pd much rather flay ; But,fincey

&. — A — «.« — — »p. — * I ■ ' I I ■ ~f^j "" I1 ■'

in the way, I as well may have you as another,
Pd much rather flay ; Tet,fince in the way, I as

VOGAL ENCHANTRESS.

well may have you as another*

A ftrange cuftom this to be marry'd,
Tho' follow'd by father and mother,

The grave and the gay ;

But, fince in the way,
I as well may have you as another.

A prude, tho' fhe long to be marry'd.
Endeavours her wifhes to fmother.

I'd give you her nay ;

But, fince in the way,
I as well may have you as another.

3»4

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCVI.

KILKENNY IS A HANDSOME PLACE.

~—tj~pWTr~r~r _ r~jTi x q jtzu'J — ~ra — - ;

Kil-ken - ny is a handfome place As a- ny town

in Shamrock/hire ; There firfl If aw my Jemmy' 's face,

V

(^ Slower.

■_ Liz— ~j"j — ~j~~i 3H 1 j #~ lf'^"~F""""f — ~ \

>~~w — \ — "s'9 — & zi~ * — t~ — r" ""■"*^~r~"""""fc~""|

There Jemmy firjl beheld his dear. My love he

Laft verfe ad libitum. |

was a bafhful boy, And I afimple girl to fee ;

Allegro.

Tet I was Jemmy's only joy, And Jemmy was the

:szz J^zzzizz Jvrz|;zj*zezze:)Z£z::fe !

fad for me. Tet I was Jemmfs only joy, And Jemmy

VOCAL fiNCHANf RE3S. 3S5

■was the lad for me.

But Dublin eity bore the bell,

In ftreets, and fquares, and houfes fine ;
Oh, here young Dick his love cou'd tell,

And there I told young Dicky mine:
For Dick he was a roving blade,

And I was hearty, bold, and free ;
He lov1d, and I his love repaid j

Then Dicky was the lad for me.

When Dover llrand my happy lot,

And William there my love did crown,
Foung Dick and Jemmy I forgot,

Kilkenny fair, and Dublin town :
For William was a gentle youth,

Too bafh.ful.nor too bold was he ;
He iaid he lov'd, and told me truth,

And William was the lad for me,

1

'36

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCVII.
TOL, LOL, DE ROL, LOL.

Tol, lol, de rol, lol, My tolly, my tol, With me
when you canter to Wales: For petticoat whitey Buff

breeches Jo tight, Away go needles andjlails. Young

Taffy throws by hur wheels ; Then Winney kicks up
her heels j With follow, and halloo / and waddle.

-w

and Jlr addle, So merry to fee us come. Young Tafff

^-L—

throws by hur wheels ; Then Winney kicj^s up her heels.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 387

With fiddle , and diddle, and giggle, and niggle, They

I_ ZLM-~'m— . f I "*1 ft M '

give us a welcome home.

The joy fo great,

So noble we treat,
An oxen is roafted whole !

And tho' on the lawn

The fpiggot is drawn
For punch, you may fwim in the bowl.

We give the ladies a ball,

We foot it away in the hall,
With follow, Sec.

Mifs Howel fo nice,

And Lady ap Rice,
And coulin Sir Evan ap Lloyd ;

Parfon Montgomery,

Counfellor Flummery,
Ap Morgan, ap Williams, ap Floyd ;

O, when the flocking is thrown,

And lovee and I alone,
Then follow, &c.

3 c y

3^8 CALUOFfi : OR THE

SONG CCVIII.
' THE HIGH-METTLED RACER.

See the courfe thronged zvitb gazers, the /ports are
began ; The con -fu-Jion, but hear, I bet you, SirM

— *-^H

*WTrl

&&£

Done! done ! Ten thoufand flrange murmurs refund'
far and near, Lords, hawkers, and jockies, ajfail the

B5

~^ Jzz^jzzpzzc JZI ~~|:::f

trezai

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tir'd ear ; Lords, hawkers, and jockies, ajfail the tWd

izz-§z=3=i^!±=d j= J3:t^^: ::3=d=:=l: :£z

3S

3

rar. While, with neck like a rainbow, erecting

bis crefif Pamper' d, prancing, and pleased, his head

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

r>

389

touching his hreaft ; Scarcely f miff- ing the air, he^s

Jo proud and e - late, The high-mettled ra - cer

rs

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jirjl ft arts for the plate \ The high-mettled ra-cert

The high-mettled racer, firft ftarts for the plate.

Grown aged, us'd up, and turn'd out of the ftud,
Lame, fpavin'd, and wind-gall'd ; but yet with fome

blood :
While knowing poflilions his pedigree trace,
Tell his dam won this fweep, his fire that race ;
And what matches he won to the hoftlers count o'er,
As they loiter their time at fome hedge alehoufe door ;
While the harnefs fore galls, and the fpurs his fides goad,
The high-mettled racer's a hack on the road.

Till at laft, having labour'd, drudg'd early and late^
Bow'd down by degrees he bends on to his fate ;
Blind, old, lean, and feeble, he tugs round a mill,
Or draws fand till the fand of his hour-glafs {lands Hill :
And now cold and lifelefs, expos'd to the view
In the very fame cart which he yefterday drew ;
While a pitying crowd his fad relics furrounds,
The high- mettled racer is fold for the hounds.

39Q

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCIX.

JACK RATLIN WAS THE ABLEST SEAMAN.

Jack Ratlin was the ablejl feaman, None like
him could handy reef, andjleer : No dangerous toil

but he'd encounter with Jkill and in contempt of
fear. In fight a li - on ; the battle end - ed, Meek as

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the bleating lamb he'd prove: Thus J ackh ad manners,

courage y me - - rit, Tet did he fighy and all for

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The fong, the jeft, the flowing liquor,

For none of thefe had Jack's regard :
He, while his meffmates were caroufing,

High fitting on the pendant yard,
Wou'd think upon his fair one's beauties,

Swore never from fuch charms to rove j
That truly he'd adore them living,

And dying ligh-— to end his love.

The fame exprefs the crew commanded

Once more to view their native land,
Amongft the reft, brought Jack fome tidings,

Wou'd it had been his love's fair h.and !
Oh fate ! her death defac'd the letter ;

Inftant his pulfe forgot to move ;
With quiv'ring lips, and eyes uplifted,

He heav'd a figh— and dy'd for love.

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SONG OCX.

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TWIGGLE AND A FRIZ,

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London town is jitfl like a barber' s JJjop ; But, by
the Lord 'Harry, ^titwoncVrousbig ! There the painted

doll, and the powdered fop, And many a blockhead
wears a wig. And I tickled each phiz With a twig-

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gle and a friz; With a twiggle, twiggle, i wiggle, and

a frizzle^ With a twiggle, twiggle, twiggle, And

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a frizzle, frizzle, frizzle : And I tickled each phiz
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With a twiggle and a friz.

LA. captain of horfe I went for to (have ;

O, damme ! fays he, with a martial frown ;
[I pois'd my razor like a barber bra^ve ;

I took him by the hofe ; but he knock'd me down,
But I tickled, &e.

I next went to drefs up a fine gallant mifs ;

Down the lady fits and her bofom bares 5,
Cupid or the devil made me feize a kifs ;

But ere my iron cool'd I was kick'd down flairs,
But I tickled, &c.

I went to drefs a lawyer, 0 rare fport !

Who had a falfe oath that day for to fwear.
By my fkill fore trouble I fpar'd the court ;

For my iron burnt Six-and-eight-pence's ear*
So I tickled, &c.

( went for to drefs up an old maid's hair,

Wrinkl'd and bald as a fcalded pig ;
JA.S fhe led the dance down with a fwimming air3

The poor old lady dropp'd her wig.
So I tickled, &c.

394

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCXI.

WHAT CARE I FOR WHOM SHE BE?

Allenretto.

Shall I, *wafting in defpair, Die becaufe a woman's

sW*-

fair ? Shall my cheeks look pale with care, 'Caufe ano-

therms ro-fy are? Shall my cheeks look pale with care, *
'Caufe a-nother*s ro-fy are? 'Caufe a-nother's ro-fy

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are? Be foe fairer than the day, Or the flow }ry

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meads in May ; Tet, ifjhe think not well of me, What
care I bow fair fie be? Be Jhe fairer than the day.

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Or the flowery meads in May ; Tet, if Jhe think not

well of mey What care I how fair Jhe he? What care

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IP What care I? What care I how fair Jhe be P

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But if Jhe think npt well of me, What care I how

fair Jhe he? What care 1, how fair Jhe hep

Shall a woman's goodnefs move
Me to perifh for her love ?
Or, her worthy merits known,
Make me quite forget my own ?
Be fhe with that goodnefs bleft
As may merit name the beft ;
Yet if fhe be not mch to me,
What care I how good fhe be ?

. Be fhe good, or kind, or fair,
I will never more defpair ;

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396 calliope: or the

If fhe love me, this believe,
I will die 'ere Me fhall grieve ;
If fhe flight me when I woo,
I will fcorn and let her go.
So if fhe be not fit for me,
What care I for whom fhe be ?

SONG CCXII.
THE FAITHFUL LOVER.

•

Alas, my heart la- las, my heart ! On Anna

cold my love is placed : For her I Jigh, I burn, I

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die, Aflame fojlrong nought can deface it. For

Anna fair is all my care; For her F d range the

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world o - ver, If Jhe, inclined, wou'd prove more

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kind, And pi - -ty me, her faithful lover.

My friend and pot I've quite forgot,

My drefs, nay more, my golden treafure ;

With hands o'erlaid I walk the Ihade 5
In folitude is all my treafure.
Chor. For Anna fair, &c.

Her fhape fo neat, in all complete,
And lover, fure, .me ne'er had truer ;

Since love her heart with pangs can't fmart,
Let gratitude at lafl fubdue her.

Chor. For Anna fair, &c, *

What tho' I've rang'd, and mind oft chang'd,
And many a dazzling beauty prais'd ;

Now nought my love from her can move,
'Tis here, and ne'er can be eras'd.
Chor. For Anna fair, &c,

39^ CALLIOPE .* OR TH£

SONG CCXIII.
BAGATELLE'S SO CLEVER.

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Ah, ma cbere, My pretty dear! Ma charmante

Mifs Nor ah ; Oh, Pllfigh and prefs her, I vill ever

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hlefs her, Cuddle and carefs her, Tilljhe cry en-co-ra ;

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Spite of the fate, She is my mate, Nous danferons

/o -ge-dre ; Ve can never tire, Frenchman is all
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fire ! 0 Bagatelle' s fo cle - ver! How le beaumonde

vill flare ! Pour voir de happy pair! Promenez,

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Ji ne-gligee, Like de little turtle dove ; Always bill-

ing, cooing, Like two puffeys mewing, Purring out

M

dere tale of love. 0 dear me ! How ver pretty

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Ven ve come to - ge - dre ! All de night and day, Sir,
-m — K — h —

Ve vill kifs and play, Sir, Oh Bagatelle's fo cle-ver!

Vat grand blifs

To toy and kifs
Vid my dear Mifs Norah !

O Hie be fo pretty,

And fo very vitty,

It wou'd be much pity
Not to cry encora !

Oh, mon Dieu !

Oh, facre bleu !
Nous baiferons for ever ;

Love can never tire,

Nought can quench his fire.
Oh, Bagatelle's fo clever !

4-6© CALLIOPE : OR THE

Ven ve go to de play,
Habillez fo fine and gay,

Si bien jantee,

Oh tout a fait,
In our air no embarras ;

Like de graftde noblefie

Ve fal be carefle,
It vil make grand coup d* eclat .

How I wifh

Vid pretty Mifs
To tie de knot for ever !

I fal live in clover

Ven it is all over,
Oh, Bagatelle's fo clever !

SONG CCXIV.
MA CHERE AMIE.

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Ma chere amiet my charm - ~ ing fair* Whoje

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/miles can banijh ev* - ry care ; In kind companion

fmile on me, Whofe on - - ly cars is love of

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thee. Ma chere a - mie ; Ma chere a - mie ;

Ma chere a - mie ; Ma chere a - - mie.

Under fweet friendfhip's facred name
My bofom caught the tender flame.
May friendfhip in thy bofom be
Converted into love for me !
Ma chere amie, &c.

Together rear'd, together grown,

0 let us now unite in one !
Let pity foften thy decree !

1 droop, dear maid ; I die for thee !
Ma chere amie, &c.

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402

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCXV.
HOW SWEET's THE LOVE.

-7S 11

Whenfirjl I kerfd young Sandfsjace, He Jung
and look? d wiJ Jic a graces He Jung and looked

wV Jic a grace ; He Jiole my heart, but did na

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care j The lad be -Wed a lajs more Jair : And

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oft I Jung (Per brae and bum, How Jweef s the

Jove that meets return.

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He lo'ed a lafs vvi' fickle mind,
Was fometimes cauld and fometimes kind ;
Which made the love-lick laddie rue ;
For me was cauld when he was true :
He mourn'd and fung, o'er brae and burn,
How fweet's the love that meets return !

One day a pretty wreath he twin'd,

Where lilacks with lweet cowflips join'd,

To make a garland for her hair ;

But flie refus'd a gift fo fair.

This fcorn, he cry'd, can ne'er be borne ;

But fweet's the love that meets return.

Juft then he met my tell-tale een,
And love fo true is fooneft feen :
Dear lafs, laid he, my heart is thine ;
For thy foft wifhes are like mine :
Now Jenny, in her turn, may mourn,
How fweet's the love that meets return !

My anfwer was both frank and kind ;
I lo'ed the lad, and tell'd my mind :
To kirk we went wi' hearty glee ;
And wha fae bleft as he and me !
Now blithe we fing, o'er brae and burn,
How fweet's the love that meets return !

4°4

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCXVI.
FY GAR RUB HER O'ER WV STRAE.

And gin ye meet a bon - ny lajfie Gie'er a kifs and
let her gae ; But if ye meet a dir - ty huffy , Fy gar

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rub her o'er wV Jlrae. Be Jure ye dinna quit the
grip of ilka joy when ye are young, Before auld

age your vi - tals nip, And lay you twafald o'er a

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rung.

Sweet youth's a blithe and heartfome time j
Then, lads and lafles, while 'tis May,

Gaepu' the gowan in it's prime
Before it wither and decay.

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Watch the faft minutes of delyte

When Jenny fpeaks beneath her breath,

And kiffes, laying a' the wyte
On you if ihe kepp ony ikaith.

Haith ye're ill-bred, fhe'U fmiling fay,

Ye'll worry me, ye greedy rook :
Syne frae your arms fhe'll rin away,

And hide herfelf in fome dark nookt
Her laugh will lead you to the place

Where lies the happinefs ye want,
And plainly tell you to your face

Nineteen na-fays are ha'f a grant.

Now to her heaving bofom cling

And fweetly toolie for a kifs :
Upon her finger whoop a ring

As taiken of a future blifs.
Thefe bennifons, I'm very fure,

Are of the gods indulgent grant :
Then, furly carls, whifht, forbear

To plague us with your whining cant.^

SONG CCXVII.

To the foregoing Tune.

DEAR Roger, if your Jenny geek
And anfwer kindnefs wi' a flight,
Seem unconcern'd at her neglecl: ;

For women in a man delight :
But them defpife who're foon defeat,

And wi' a Ample face give way :
To a repulfe then be not blate \
Pulh bauldly on and win the day,

40$ CALLIOPE : OR THE

When maidens, innocently young,

Say aften what they never mean,
Ne'er mind their pretty lying tongue,

But tent the language of their een :
If thefe agree, and fhe perfift

To anfwer a' your love with hate,
Seek elfewhere to be better bleft,

And let her ligh when its too late.

SONG CCXVIII.
WHAT WOMAN CAN DO.

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What woman can do I have trfd to he free ; Yety

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do what I can, I find I love him j And, tho1 he

'fiies me, Still, JIM he's the man. They tell me at once

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all you can, Still, jlill he's the man.

I caught him once making love to a maid,

When to him I ran ;
He turn'd and he kifs'd me, then who could upbraid

So civil a man ?
The next day I found to a third he was kind,
I rated him foundly, he fwore I was blind ;
So, let me do what I can,
Still, ftill he's the man.

All the world bids me beware of his art :

I do what I can ;
But he has taken men hold of my heart

I doubt he's the man.
So fweet are his kifles, his looks are fo kind,
He may have his faults, but if none I can find.
Who can do more than they can ?
He flill is the man.

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calliope: or the

SONG CCXIX.
ALL IN THE DOWNS.

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All in the Downs the fleet was moor* d, The Jlr earners'

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waving in the wind, When black- ey'd Suf an came on

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board, Oh, where Jhall I my true-love find? Tell me,
ye jo-vial Jailors, tell me true, Does myfweet Wil-liam,

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Does my fweet William fail among your crew?

William, who high upon the yard

Rock'd with the billows to and fro,
Soon as her well-known voice he heard,
He figh'd and call his eyes below :
The cord glides fwiftly thro' his glowing hands^
And quick as light'ning on the deck he ftands.
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So the fweet lark, high pois'd in air,

Shuts clofe his pinions to his breaft,
If chance his mate's fhrill call he hear,
And drops at once into her neft.
The nobleft captain in the Britifh fleet
Might envy William's lips thofe kifles fweet.

O Sufan, Sufan, lovely dear,

My vows mall ever true remain !
Let me kifs off that falling tear,
We only part to meet again.
[Change as ye lift, ye winds, my heart mall be
The faithful compafs that ftill points to thee.

Believe not what the landmen fay

Who tempt with doubts thy conftant mind ;
They'll tell thee, failors, when away,
In ev'ry port a miftrefs find.
JYes, yes, believe them when they tell thee fo ;
[For thou art prefent wherefoe'er I go.

If to far India's coafl we fail,

Thy eyes are feen in diamonds bright ;
Thy breath is Afric's fpicy gale ;
Thy fkin is ivory fo white.
l|Thus ev'ry beauteous objed; that I view
HWakes in my foul fome charm of lovely Sue.

Though battle calls me from thy arms,

Let not my pretty Sufan mourn ;
Though cannons roar, yet, fafe from harms,
William fhall to his dear return.
■Love turns afide the balls that round me fly,
■Left precious tears mould drop from Sufan's eye.

The boatfwain gave the dreadful word,
The fails their fwelling bofom fpread ;

3f

4io

CALLIOPE : OR THE

No longer muft fhe ftay aboard :

They kifs'd, fhe figh'd, he hung his head.
Her lefs'ning boat unwilling rows to land :
Adieu, fhe cries, and wav'd her lily hand.

SONG CCXX.
ANDRO WI' HIS CUTtr GUN.

Blyth, blyth, blyth wasjhe, Blyth wasjhe butt and
ben ; And weeljhe loo'd a Hawick gill, And leugh

to fee a tappet hen. She took me in andfet me

down, And hecht to keep me lawing free ; But, cumin* \

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car/in'' that fhe was, She garyd me bide my bawbee.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 411

We loo'd the liquor weel enough,

But, wae's my heart ! my cam was done
Before that I had quench'd my drouth,

And laith I was to pawn my fhoon.
When we had three times toom'd our floup,

And the neift chappin new begun,
In ftarted, to heeze up our hope,

Young Andro wi' his cutty gun.
Blyth, blyth, Sec.

The carlin brought her kebbuck ben,

With girdle-cakes weel toafted brown ;
Weel does the canny kimmer ken

They gar the feuds gae glibber down.
We ca'd the bicker aft about,

Till dawning we ne'er jee'd our bum j i

And ay the cleareft drinker out

Was Andro wi' his cutty gun.
Blyth, blyth, &c.

He did like ony mavis ling ;

And, as I in his oxter fat,
He ca'd me ay his bonny thing,

And mony a fappy kifs I gat.
I hae been eaft, I hae been weft,

I hae been far ayont the fun ;
But the blytheft lad that e'er I faw

Was Andro wi' his cutty gun.
Blyth, blyth, &c.

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412

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCXXI.
TAK' YOUR AULD CLOAK ABOUT Y£.

In winter when the rain rained cauld, Andfrojl
and flaw on il - ka hill ; And Boreas, with his
hlajls Jae bauld, Was threatening a' our ky to kill

Then Bell My wife, wha Wes naeflrife, She f aid to
me right ha-fli-ly, Get up, gudeman, fave Crummy's,

life, And taJC your auld cloak a - bout ye.

My Crummy is a ufeful cow,

And fhe is come of a good kyne ;
Aft has fhe wet the bairns' mou',

And I am laith that fhe mould tyne \

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Get up, gudeman, it is fu' time,

The fun mines in the lift fae hie ;
gloth never made a gracious end,

Gae tak' your auld cloak about ye.

My cloak was anes a good grey cloak

When it was fitting for my wear ;
But now its fcantly worth a groat,

For I have worn't this thirty year,
Let's fpend the gear that we have won,

We little ken the day we'll dee ;
Then I'll be proud, fince I have fworn

To have a new cloak about me.

Jn days when our king Robert rang,

His trews they colt but half-a-crown ;
He faid they were a groat o'er dear,

And ca'd the tailor thief and lown.
He was the king that wore a crown,

And thou the man of laigh degree,
'Tis pride puts a' the country down,

Sae tak' thy auld cloak about ye.

Every land has its ain laugh,

Ilk kind of corn it has its hool ;
I think the warld is a' run wrang,

When ilka wife her man wad rule.
Do ye not fee Rob, Jock, and Hah,

As they are girded gallantly ?
While I lit hurklen in the afe,

I'll have a new cloak about me.

Cludeman, I wat 'tis thirty years

Since we did ane anither ken ;
And we have had between us twa

Of lads and bonny laffes ten :

414- calliope: or the

Now they are women grown and men,
I wifh and pray well may they be !

And if you prove a good hufband,
E'en tak' your auld cloak about ye.

Bell my wife fhe lo'es nae ftrife ;

But fhe wad guide me if Ihe can :
And, to maintain an eafy life,

I aft maun yield, tho' I'm gudeman.
Nought's to be won at woman's hand,

Unlefs ye give her a' the plea :
Then I'll leave aff where I began,

And tak' my auld cloak about me.

SONG CCXXII.
KOOLY AND FAIRLY.

1

Oh, what had I a- do for to marry? My wife fie

drinks naething hut Jack and ca-na-ry ; I to her friends

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complain* d right airly, 0 gin my wife woii'd drink

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kooly and fairly ! Hooly and fairly, hooly and fairly i

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0 gin my wife woiCd drink hooly and fairly!.

Firft fhe drank Crummie, and fyne fhe drank Garie,
Now (lie has drunken my bonny gray marie
That carried me thro' the dub and the larie.
O gin my wife, &c.

If fhe'd drink but her ain things I wad na much care j
She drinks my claiths I canna weel fpare ;
To the kirk and the market I gang fu' barely.
O gin my wife, &c

If there's ony filler ihe maun keep the purfe ;
If I feek but a bawbee flie'll fcald and fhe'll curfe ;
She gangs like a queen, I fcrimpet and fparely.
O gin my wife, &c.

I never was given to wrangling nor ftrife,
Nor e'er did refufe her the comforts of life ^
E'er it come to a war I am ay for a parley.
O gin my wife, &c.

A pint wi' her cummers I wad her allow ;
But when fhe fits down fhe fills herfel fou' ; .
And when fhe is fou' lire's unco camfterie.
O gin my wife, &c.

She rins out to the cawfey, fhe roars and fhe rants ;
Has nae dread o' her nibours, nor minds the houfe wants ;
But lings lbme fool-fang, Cock up your heart, Charlie.
O gin my wife, &c.

And when fhe comes hame fhe lays on the lads,
She ca's the lafTes baith limmers and jades,
And I my ainfel an auld cuckold carlie.
O gin my wife, &.c.

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CALLIOPE : OR tUt

SONG CCXXIII.
LEWIS GORDON.

Very Slow.

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0 fend Lewis Gordon hame, And the lad I win-

na name; Tbo' his back be at the wa\ Here's to him

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that's far awa. Ob, bon, my Highland man.' Oh, my

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fofl/y Highland man ! Weel woitd I my true love

^^» Amang ten thoufand Highla?id men.

O to fee his tartan trews,

Bonnet blue, and laigh-heel'd fhoes,

Philibeg aboon his knee !

That's the lad that I'll gang wi\

!

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 41^

The princely youth that I do mean
Is fitted for to be a king :
On his breaft he wears a flar :
You'd take him for the god of war.

Oh, to fee this princely one
Seated on his father's throne !
Difafters a' wou'd difappear :
Then begins the jub'lee here !

SONG CCXXIV.

Tune GraniCiChree, page 259.

TAD I a heart for falfehood fram'd, I ne'er could
171 injure you ;
For, tho' your tongue no promife claim'd, your charms

wou'd make me true :
•To you no foul mail bear deceit, no ftranger offer wrong ;
But friends in all the ag'd you'll meet, and lovers in the
young.

JBut when they learn that you have blefs'd another with

your heart,
They'll bid afpiring pafiion reft, and acl a brother's

part :
Then, lady, dread not their deceit, nor fear to fufler

wrong ;
For friends in all the ag'd you'll meet, and brothers in

the young.

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calliope: or the

SONG CCXXV.
HIGHLAND MARCH.

-.#- -g -j^,- -fc? fe"^~ •" *~

In the garb of old Gaul and the fire of old

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Rome, From the heath-cover* d mountains of Scotia

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*£;<? £fl/7Z£ : On thofc mountains the Romans attempted

to reign ; But our anceflors fought, and they fought

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not in vain. Tho* no ci - ty nor court of our gar-

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ment approve ; a was preferred by Mars, at a fe

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natc, to Jove ; And, when Pallas obferSd at a ball

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^tivoii'd look odd, Mars fecciif d from his Ve-nus a

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fmile and a nod.

No intemperate tables our finews unbrace ;

Nor French faith nor French foppery our country dif-

grace :
Still the hoarfe-founding pipe breathes the true martial

ftrain,
And our hearts Hill the true SCottifh valour retain.
'Twas with anguifh and woe that, Of late, we beheld
Rebel forces rum down from the hills to the field ;
For our hearts are devoted to George and the laws ;
And we'll fight, like true Britons, in liberty's caufe.

But Hill, at a diftance from Britain's lov'd more,
May her foes, in confufion, her mercy implore !
May her coafts ne'er with foreign invafions be fpread !
Nor detefled rebellion again raife its head !
May the fury of party and faction long ceafe !
May our councils be wife, and our commerce increafe I
And, in Scotia's cold climate, may each of us find
That our friends ilill prove true, and our beauties prove
kind!

1 G.i|

420 CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCXXVI.

To the foregoing Tune.

IN the garb of old Gaul, wi' the fire pf old Rome,
From the heath- cover'd mountains of Scotia we corner
Where the Romans endeavour'd our country to gain ;
But our anceftors fought, and they fought not in vain. *
Such our love of liberty, our country, and our laws,
That, like our anceftors of old, we ftand by freedom's

caufe ;
We'll bravely fight, like heroes bold, for honour and

applaufe,
And defy the French, with all their art, to alter our
our laws.

No effeminate cuftoms our finews unbrace ;
No luxurious tables enervate our- race ;
Our loud-founding pipe bears the true martial ftrain ;
So do we the old Scottifh valour retain.
Such our love, &c.

We're tall as the oak on the mount of the vale,
Are fwift as the roe which the hind doth afTail :
As the full moon in autumn our fhields do appear ;
Minerva would dread to encounter our fpear. '
Such our love, &c.

As a ftorm in the ocean when Boreas blows,
So are we enrag'd when we rufh on our foes ;
We fons of the mountains, tremendous as rocks,
Dafh the force of our foes with our thundering ftrokes.
Such our love, &c.

Quebec and Cape Breton, the pride of old France,
In their troops fondly boafted till we did advance ;
But when our claymores they faw us produce,
Their courage did fail, and they fu'd for a truce.
Such our love, &cc.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. . 421

In our realm may the fury of faction long ceafe !
May our councils be wife, and our commerce increafe !
And, in Scotia's cold climate, may each of us find
That our friends Hill prove true, and our beauties prove

kind!
Then we'll defend our liberty, our country, and our laws,
And teach our late polterity to fight in freedom's caufe ;
That they, like our anceftors bold, for honour and ap-

plaufe,
May defy the French and Spaniards to alter our laws.

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SONG CCXXV.
WHAT IS'T TO US.

What is't to us who guides thejlate ? Who's out of
favour? or who'' s great? Who are the mi-ni-fters or
fpies? Who votes for places? or who buys? Who are

the mini -Jlers or fpies? Who votes for places ? or

iililililliilli

ifci^

who buys?

422 CALLIOPE : OR THE

The world will ftill be rul'd by knaves,
And fools contending to be Haves ;
Small things, my friend, ferve to fupport
Life, troublefome at belt and fhort.

Our youth runs back, occalion flies,
Grey hairs come on, and pleafure dies :
Who would the prefent blefiing lofe
For empire which he cannot uie ?

Kind providence has us fupply'd
With what to others is deny'd ;
Virtue, which teaches to condemn
And fcorn ill actions and ill men.

Beneath this lime-tree's fragrant fhade,
On beds of flow'rs fupinely laid,
Let's then all other cares remove,
And drink and ling to thofe we love*

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

423

SONG CCXXVI.
BUSH ABOON TRAQUAIR.

Hear me, ye nymphs, a:::, ey! - - ryfwain, P 11 tell
how Peg -gy grieves me ; Thd* thus I langui/h and

" '*r. * — -4-

com-plain, Alas ! Jhe ne'er believes me. My

*..___

vows and Jighs, like Ji - lent air, Tin - heed - ed,

ne - ver move her, The bon - ny bujb a-boon

N

Tra-qttair Was where I firfi did love her.
I

424. CALLIOPE ! OR THE

That day fhe fmiPd and made me glad ;

No maid feem'd ever kinder : .
I thought myfelf the luckieft lad

So fweetly there to find her.
I try'd to foothe my am'rous flame

In words that I thought tender ;
If more there pafs'd I'm not to blame ;

I meant not to offend her.

Yet now me fcornful flees the plain,

The fields we then frequented ;
If e'er we meet fhe mows difdain,

She looks as ne'er acquainted.
The bonny bufh bloom'd fair in May,

Its fweets I'll ay remember ;
But now her frowns make it decay ;

It fades as in December,

Ye rural pow'rs who hear my drains,

Why thus mould Peggy grieve me ?
Oh, make her partner in my pains I

And let her fmiles relieve me !
If net, my love will turn defpair ;

My paihon no more tender ;
I'll leave the bum aboon Traquair ;

To lonely wilds I'll wander.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS,

425

SONG CCXXVII.
ROSLIN CASTLE.

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'Twas in that feafon of the year JVhen all thi?igs

— P~~-WBT~~~pffi'~~~~^~^Hj^^pr~'~i — fly — js —
gay and fweet appear, That Co-lin, with the morn-

ing ray, A - roje and Jung his ru - ral lay. Of

&-

Nanny'' s charms the Jbepherd fung, The hills and daks

&~. — 1

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±±2fcy

with Nan - ny rung, While Rojlin cajlle heard the

fwain) And e - ehcfd hack the cheerful ' ju ain.
3 H

426 CALLIOPE : OR THE

Awake, fweet mufe ! the breathing fpring
With rapture warms ; awake and ling !
Awake and join the vocal throng
Who hail the morning with a fong !
To Nanny raife the cheerful lay ;
O, bid her hafte and come away ;
In fweeteft fmiles herfelf adorn,
And add new graces to the morn.

O hark, my love \ on ev'ry fpray
Each feather'd warbler tunes his lay !
'Tis beauty fires the ravilh'd throng,
And love infpires the melting fong.
Then let my raptur'd notes arife :
For beauty darts from Nanny's eyes ;
And love my riling bofom warms,
And fills my foul with fweet alarms.

O come, my love ! thy Colin's lay

With rapture calls ; O come away !

Come, while the mufe this wreath ihall twine

Around that modeft brow of thine !

O hither hafte, and with thee bring

That beauty blooming like the fpring !

Thofe graces that divinely fhine !

And charm this ravilh'd breaft of mine.

SONG CCXXVIII.

To the foregoing Tune.

FROM Roflin cattle's echoing walls
Refounds my Ihepherd's ardent calls :
My Colin bids me come away,
And love demands I mould obey.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 427

His melting drain and tuneful lay
So much the charms of love difplay,
I yield — nor longer can refrain
To own my love, and blefs my fwain.

No longer can my heart conceal

The painful pleafing flame I feel ;

My foul retorts the am'rous ftrain,

And echoes back in love again.

Where lurks my fongfter ? from what grove

Does Colin pour his notes of love ?

O bring me to the happy bow'r

Where mutual love may blifs fecure !

Ye vocal hills that catch the fong,
Repeating, as it flies along,
To Colin's ear my ftrain convey,
And fay, I hafte to come away.
Ye zephyrs foft that fan the gale,
Waft to my love the foothing tale ;
In whifpers all my foul exprefs,
And tell, I haile his arms to blefs.

SONG CCXXIX.

Tune, From the Eajl breaks the Morn, page 230.

LET gay ones and great
Make the molt of their fate ;
From pieafure to pleafure they run :
Well, who cares a jot ?
I envy them not \

While I have my dog and my gun.

3Hij

428 CALLIOPE : OR THE

For cxerc'ife air

To the iield I repair,

With fpirits unclouded and light :
The biiffes I find
No ftings leave behind,

But health and diverfion unite.

SONG CCXXX,
TODLEN HAME.

Effci: :=pIE=i=d~i: 35SE ±=i~E&-E? J
When I have afaxpence under my thumb, Then ¥11

get credit in il-ka town; But ay when Fin poor they

bid me gae by, 0 po-vcr-ty parts good com -pa- ny.

Chorus.

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±p

- — - — ":s —

To-dlen hame, To-dlen hame, 0 coifdna my love

-3K—

come to - dlen hame,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 429

Fair fa' the gcodwife, and fend her good fale !

She gi'es us white bannocks to drink her aie ;

Syne if that her tippony chance to be fmav

We'll tak' a good fcour o't, and ca't awa\
Todlen hame, todlen hame,
As round as a neep cpme todlen hame.

-My kimmer and I lay down to fleep

And twa pint-ftoups at our bed's feet ;

And ay when we waken'd we drank them dry :

What think ye of my wee kimmer and I?
Todlen butt and todlen ben,
Sae round as my love comes todlen hame.

Leez me on liquor, my todlen dow,

Ye're ay faer good-humour'd when weeting your mou' ;

When fober, fae four ye'll fight with a flee,

That 'tis a blithe light to the bairns and me
When todlen hame, todlen hame,
When round as a neep you come todlen hame.

43°

CALLIOPE : OR THE

,

SONG CCXXXI.

OLD SLY HODGE.

Curtis was old Hodge's wije ; For virtue none was

e-verjuch: She led Jo pure, jo chajle a life, She

led fo pure, Jo chajle a life, Hodge Jaid it was vir-

K

tue o - ver much : For, Jays fly old Hodge, Jays he, ''

* n? TT _

ft J] Jlf fl=f

For, Jays oldjly Hodge, Jays he, Great talkers do

a>

the leajl, d'ye Jee, Great talkers do the leajl, d'ye

Jee.

EE

■

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 43I

Curtis fwore, if men were rude,

She'd pull their eyes out, tear their hair ;

My dear, fays Hodge, you're wond'rous good,

My dear, &c

However, let us nothing fwear :

For, fays fly old Hodge, &c.

One night fhe dream'd a drunken fool
Be rude, in fpite of her, wou'd fain ;

She makes no more than with joint ftool,

She makes no more, &c.

Fell on her hufband might and main.

Still fays fly old Hodge, &c.

By that time fhe had broke his nofe
Hodge made a lhift to wake his wife ;

0 Hodge, fays fhe, judge by thefe blows,
Dear Hodge, &-c.

I prize my virtue as my life.
But, fays fly old Hodge, &c.

1 dream'd a rude man on me fell ;

However, I his project marr'd.
Dear wife, fays Hodge, 'tis mighty well,
Dear wife, fays Hodge, &c.

But next time don't hit quite fo hard :
For, fays old fly Hodge, &c«

432 calliope: or the

SONG CCXXXII.
SHE ROSE AND LET ME IN.

The flight her Jilcnt fa- hie wore, And gloomy
".'"'rfjtr — j

E&

:a

■wwtf thejkies; Of glitf ring flars appear }d no more

than thofe in Nel-lyJs eyes. When to her fa-

t:

:Hzz

therms door I came, Where I had of- ten been,
I begged my fair, my love - ly dame, To rife and

\h—

let me in.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS; 433

But fhe, with accents all divine,

Did my fond fait reprove ;
And while fhe chid my raih defign,

She but inflam'd my love.
Her beauty oft had pleas'd before,

While her bright eyes did roll :
But virtue only had the pow'r

To charm my very foul.

Then who wou'd cruelly deceive^

Or from fuch beauty part ?
I lov'd her fo, I could not leave

The charmer of my heart.
My eager fondnefs I obey'd,

Refolv'd fhe mould be mine,
Till Hymen to my arms convey 'd

My treafure fo divine.

Now happy in my Nelly's love,

Tranfporting is my joy :
No greater bleffing can I prove,

So blefs'd a man am I :
For beauty may a while retain

The conquer'd flutt'ring heart )
But virtue only is the chain

Holds never to depart.

3 1

434

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCXXXIII.
LOCHABER NO MORE.

Farewell to Lochaber ! and farewell my Jean !

Where heartfo?ne with thee I have mony days been :

For, Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more.

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ill

Th
Th
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To
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An
Am

Th.

Aw
I'll

HYU may-be re -turn to Loch-a-ber no more.

Thefe tears that IJJjed, they are a' for my dear, And

no for the dangers attending on weir ; The? bore
on rough feas to a far bloo-dyjhore, May-bet*

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 435

tr.
" III _-— 1~ N []" "~1~ ~ ~~|" ["»" i §"~~~ ** H '" ' "

return to Lochaber no more.

Tho' hurricanes rife, and rife ev'ry wind,
They'll ne'er make a tempeft like that in my mind :
Tho' loudeft of thunders on louder waves roar,
That's naething like leaving my love on the fhore.
To leave thee behind me my heart is fair pain'd ;
By eafe that's inglorious no fame can be gain'd :
And beauty and love's the reward of the brave ;
And I mull deferve it before I can crave.

Then glory, my Jeany, maun plead my excufe ;
Since honour commands me, how can 1 refufe ?
Without it I ne'er can have merit for thee,
And without thy favour I'd better not be.
I gae, then, my lafs, to win honour and fame ;
And if I Ihould luck to come glorioufly hame,
I'll bring a heart to thee with love running o'er,
And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more.

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43^

'

CALLIOPE : OR THE

5EEH3E

SONG CCXXXIV.
RULE, BRITANNIA.

^ — T "" v<7f" — w — "

— \-.

When Britain, firjl, at Heaven's command, A-

rofe from out the a - - zure main, Arofe

from out the azure main, This was the chat-

ter, the charter of the land, And guar dian^an - - gels

^z=z^=fezHzFz=FEEzt5=& :£=:E=E=_

fang this fir ain : Rule*, gritavnia,- Britannia, rule I
the waves, Britons tie - - - ver fiaBbe Jlavts*

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 437

The nations not fo bled as thee

Mull, in their turns, to tyrants fall ;

Muft, in their turns, to tyrants fall ;
Whilft thou limit flourifh— fhalt flourifh great and free,

The dread and envy of them all.
Rule, Britannia, &c.

Still more majeftic fhalt thou rife,

More dreadful, from each foreign ftroke ;
More dreadful, from each foreign ftroke ;

As the loud blaft that — loud blail that tears the ikies,
Serve but to root the native oak.
Rule, Britannia, &-c

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er fhall tame :

All their attempts to bend thee down,

All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but aroufe thy — aroufe thy gen'rous flame,

But work their wo and thy renown.
Rule, Britannia, &c.

To thee belongs the rural reign ;

Thy cities fhall with commerce Ihine ;
• Thy cities fhall with commerce mine ;
And thine fhall be the — fhall be the fubjecl main ;

And ev'ry fhore it circles, thine.
Rule, Britannia, &c.

The mufes, ftill with freedom found,

Shall to thy happy coafts repair :

Shall to thy happy coafts repair :
Bleft iile ! with matchlefs — with matchlefs beauty cro wn'd,

And manly hearts to guard the fair.
Rule, Britannia, &c.

43§

CALLIOPE ; OR THE

SONG CCXXXV.
AH, CHLORIS!

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Ah, Chloris ! cou^d I now but fit As un-

— R-

-H-H-— "H-H--

pflH

concern 'd as when Tour in fant beau-ty cou'd

:fezez*z:($iKZ~z:fcz:£izzc-- « — ^rfcw- '

beget No hap -pi- nefs nor pain. When I this

SE

dawning did admire, And praised the co - ming day,

TS±

!_j ■" I __«Q I zj ^~ . 0*0 w m Ir T Wt

/ &Y //<? thought that ri -Jing fire Wou'd take

my rejl away^

i=z=:

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS* 4J9

Your charms in harmlefs childhood lay

As metals in a mine ;
Age from no face takes more away

Than youth conceal'd in thine :
But as your charms infenfibly

To their perfection prefs'd j
So love as unperceiv'd did fly,

And center'd in my breaft.

My pafiion with your beauty grew,

While Cupid, at my heart,
Still as his mother favour' d you,

Threw a new flaming dart.
Each gloried in their wanton part ;

To make a lover, he
Employ'd the utmoft of his art ;

To make a beauty, flie.

SONG CCXXXVI.

'tune, Friend and Pitcher, page 52.

THE filver moon that fhines fo bright,
I fwear, with reafon, is my teacher ;
And if my minute-glafs runs right,
We've time to drink another pitcher.
'Tis not yet day, 'tis not yet day ;

Then why fhould we forfake good liquor ?
Until the fun-beams round us play
Let's jocund pufli about the pitcher.

They fay that I mull work all day,

And fleep at night, to grow much richer ;

But what is all the world can fay,

Compar'd to mirth, my friend, and pitcher.
'Tis not yet day, &c.

44-0 CALLIOPE •* OR THE

Tho' one may boaft a handfome wife,
Yet ftrange vagaries may bewitch her ;

Unvex'd I live a cheerful life,

And -boldly call for t'other pitcher.
'Tis not yet day, &c.

I dearly love a hearty mail

(No lheaking milk-fop Jemmy Twitcher),
Who loves a lafs and loves a glafs,

And boldly calls for t'other pitcher*
'Tis not yet day, &c.

SONG CCXXXVIL

Tune, Com Rigs are bonny, page 4<

LORD ! what care I for mam or dad ?
Why, let them fcold and bellow \
For while I live I'll love my lad,

He's fuch a charming fellow.
The laft fair day, on yonder green,
The youth he danc'd fo well, O ;
So fpruce a lad was never feen
As my fweet charming fellow.

The fair was over, night was come,

The lad was fomewhat mellow ;
Says he, my dear, I'll fee you home 5

I thank' d the charming fellow.
You rogue, fays I, you've ftopp'd my breath

Ye bells ring out my knell, O \
Again I'd die fo fweet a death

With fuch a charming fellow.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 44*

We trudg'd along, the moon fhone bright ;

Says he, my fweetefl Nell, O ;
I'll kifs you here by this good light ;

Lord, what a charming fellow !
You rogue, fays I, you've ftopp'd my breath ;

Ye bells ring out my knell, O \
Again I'd die fo fweet a death

With fuch a charming fellow.

SONG CCXXXVIII.

Tune, Ceafe, rude Boreas, page 30.

WELCOME, welcome, brother debtor,
To this poor but merry place ;
Where no bailiff, dun, or fetter,
Dare to fhew a frightful face.
But, kind Sir, as you're a ftranger,

Down your garnifh you mull lay \
Or your coat will be in danger :
You mull either flrip or pay.

Ne'er repine at your confinement

From your children or your wife :
Wifdom lies in true refignment,

Through the various fcenes of life.
Scorn to lliow the leaft refentment,

Though beneath the frowns of fate ;
Knaves and beggars find contentment ;

Fears and cares attend the great.

Though our creditors are fpiteful,

And reftrain our bodies here ;
Ufe will make a jail delightful,

Since there's nothing elfe to fear.

3K

442 CALLIOPE : OR TH£

Every ifland's but a prifon,
Strongly guarded by the fea :

Kings and princes, for that reafon,,
Pris'ners are as well as we.

What was't made great Alexander

Weep at his unfriendly fate ?
'Twas becaufe he could riot wander

Beyond the world's ftrong prifon- gate.
The world itfelf is ftrongly bounded

By the heavens and liars above :
Why fhould we then be confounded,

Since there's nothing free but love ?

SONG CCXXX1X.
BELIEVE MY. SIGHS.

pBz3|=^E=^=:|^|zir5=^zzeft

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Believe myfighs, my tears, my dear, Be - lieve a

heart you've won ; Believe my vows, to youfincere, Or, '
:frzr:jsz^zrr:i:qz~33zz!f-i:«:zff~z:s:rz==:~ifc

Jenny, Pm undone. You fay Fm fickle, and apt

to change At ev* - ry face thafsnew : Of all the girls?:

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

443

Chorus.

-#?---n

2" e-verfaw, I ne'er lov'd one like you. I ne'er

mi

lov'd one like you, my dear, I tie'er lov'd one like

^--j-h^— --j-q=--f-^r-=

*.^_ft_.

you; Of all the girls I e-verfaw, I ne'er lov'd

one like. you.

My heart was like a lump of ice

Till warm'd by your bright eye ;
And then it kindled in a trice

A flame that ne'er can die.
Then take and try me, you fhall find

That I've a heart that's true j
Of all the girls I ever law,

I ne'er lov'd one like you.
I ne'er lov'd> &-c.

3Kij

444

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCXL.
WHAT POSIES AND ROSES.

n^^5ie:?rz±eji f - f jiiraiLJz^E

Such beauties in view I can never pr'aife too high,

Not Pallas' s blue eye is brighter than thine ; Nor fount

CZ3CZ xrat: \zEzrjL
of Sufannah, Nor gold of fair Dana, Nor moon of

-m --

Di-a-nafo clearly canjhine. Not beard of Si-le-nus,

Nor trejfes of Venus, 1 fwear by qua ^ genus, With

:=r=£:

yours can compare j Not hermes caduces, Nor flower

-£—*■-- -r — P—

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debtees, Nor all the nine mufes, To me are fo fair.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

445

Chorus.

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What pqfies and rofes To nofes difclofes, Tour breath

-w-

— -fr —

m

t-f-i

— re: : — E — L-te:

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all fo fweet, Tour breath all fo fweet ; ''To the tip, of

3s_p. .ft — pj

Jir X l r S ^ r I

— 1*»

:zz3:

jwr /*/>, -^J" ^J *W^, 27j<? bees lip, Honey Jipy Like

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choice flip y And their hybla forget.

When girls like you pafs us
I faddle Pegafus,
And ride up Parnaffus

To Helicon's flream.
Even that is a puddle
Where others may muddle ;
My nofe let me fuddle

In bowls of your cream !
Old Jove the great Hector
May tipple his nectar ;
Of gods the director

And thunder above :
I'd quaff off a full cann,
As Bacchus or Vulcan,
Or Jove, the old bull, can,

To her that 1 love.
What pofies, &.c

446 CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCXLI.

Tune, The Dii/ky Night, page 250.

WHILE grave divines preach up dull rules,
And moral wits refine,
The precepts taught in human fchobls,
The precepts taught in human fchools,
We friars hold divine,
We friars hold divine.

Here's a health to Father Paul,

A health to Father Paul ;
For flowing bowls infpire the fouls
Of jolly friars all.

When in the convent we're all met*

We laugh, we joke, we ling ;
Affairs divine we foon forget,
Affairs divine we foon forget,

Since Father Paul's our king,
Since Father Paul's our king.
Here's a health, &c.

Our beads and crofs we hold divine 5

We pray with fervent zeal
To rofy Bacchus god of wine,
To rofy Bacchus god of wine,
Who does each joy reveal,
Who does each joy reveah
Here's a health, &c.

Here's abfolution you'll receive,

You blue-ey'd nuns fo fair ;
And benediction we will give,
And benediction we will give ;
So banilh all your cares,
So baniih. all your cares;
Here's a health, &-c.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 447

So fill your bumpers, fons of mirth,

Let Friars be the toaft ;
Long may they all exift on earth !
Long may they all exift on earth !
And nuns their order boaft,
And nuns their order boaft.
Jiere's a health, &c.

SONG CCXLII.

Tune, Toil the Point may Carry, page 20S.
*'M in love with twenty,

r

I'm in love with twenty,
And could adore as many more ;
There's nothing like a plenty.
Variety is charming,
Variety is charming ;
A conftancy is not for me ;
So ladies take your warning.

For a man in one love,
For a man in one love,
He looks as poor as any boor,
For a man in one love.
Variety, &c

Girls grown old and ugly,
Girls grown old and ugly,
They can't infpire the fame defire

As when they're young and fmugly.
Variety, Sec.

'Tis not the grand regalia,
'Tis not the grand regalia
Of eaftern kings that poets lings ;
But O the fweet feraglio !
Variety, &c.

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCXLIII.
THE WAND'RING SAILOR.
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The wand"1 ring Jailor ploughs the main, A com-pe-

H*-

-M p-F*ir3: :--fl-:-n-- £? -fT-

ftTZftf f/2 /z/fe ta <f ain j Undaunted braves thejior-my

~&.

Jeas, Tojnd at lajl content and eaje ; To Jmd at

lajl content and eaje : In hopes, when toil and dan-
ger's o'er, To an-chor on his native Jhore ; In hopes,

when toil and danger's o'er, To anchor on his na -

VOGAL ENCHANTRESS.

-*-

449

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tivejhore ; To anchor on his native Jhore. When

I

winds blow hard, and mountains roll, And thunders

Jhake from pole to pole ; ThoJ dreadful waves fur-

rounding foam, Still flat? rvg fan-cy wafts him home ;

Still flat? ring fan - cy wafts him home ; in hopes, when

toil and danger's o'er, To anchor on his native Jbore ;
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In hopes, when toil and danger's o'er, To anchor on

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his ha - tive Jbore j To anchor on his native Jbore.
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4£0 CALLIOPE : OR THE

* When round the bowl the jovial crew
The early fcenes of youth renew,
Tho' each his fav'rite fair will boaft,
This is the univerfal toaft :
This is the univerfal toaft :

May we, when toil and danger's o'er,
Caft anchor on our native lhore !
May we, when toil and danger's o'er,
Caft anchor on our native fhore !
Caft anchor on our native fhore !

* Thefe words to be fung to the firft part of the tune. .

SONG CCXLIV.
ON FRIENDSHIP.

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The world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, And

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friendjlnp' 's a jewel we fel-dom can meet. How Jlrange

does itfeem that in fe arching a - round, That fource

lr.

of con -tent is fo rare to be found! 0 friend/hip !

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a tr'

thou balm and rich fwet^ner of life. Kind parent of

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rfe

eafe, and compofer ofjlrife ; Without thee, alas ! what

ESSiSr:?]

an? rich-es and pow'r, But emp - ty de - /« -yfo/z, /£<?

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joys of an hour --,,--.

But empty

de-lu-Jion, the joys of an hour.

How much to be priz'd and efteem'd is a friend
On whom we may always with fafety depend ;
Our joys, when extended, will always increafe,
And griefs, when divided, are hufh'd into peace.
When fortune is fmiling what crowds will appear
Their kindnefs'to offer, and friendfhip lincere ;
Yet change but the profpect and point out diflrefs,
Jslo longer to court you they eagerly preis.

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CALLIOPE : OB, THE

SONG CCXLV.
IN PRAISE OF ALE.

Moderate.

When the chill Si-roc-ca blows^ And, winter tells a

hea - vy tale ; When pies and, daws and rooks and

crows Sit curfing of the fro/Is andfnows, Then give me

jE-ai —

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m;

ale, Then give vie ale, Then give me aL'.

Ale in a Saxon rumkin then,
Such as will make Grimalkin prate,
Bids valour burgeon in tall men,
Quickens the poets wit and pen,
Defpifes fate.

Ale, that the abfent battle fights,
And forms the march of Swedifh drum,
Difputes with princes, laws, and rights,
What's done and paft tells mortal wights,
And what's to come.

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VGCAE ENCHANTRESS. 453

Ale, that the plowman's heart upkeeps,
And equals it to tyrants thrones,
That wipes the eye that over-weeps,
And lulls in fweet and dainty fleeps,

The o'er wearied bones.

Grandchild of Ceres, Bacchus' daughter,
Wine's emulous neighbour, if but ftale,
Ennobling all the nymphs of water,
And filling each man's heart with laughter.
Oh, give me ale J

454

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCXLVI.
THE CUCKOW SONG.

When daifies pied, and violets blue, And la - dy-

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/mocks attjil - ver white, And cuckow-buds of yellow

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hue, Do paint the meadows with delight ; The

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cuckow then, on ev'ry tree, Mocks marrf 'd men, Mocks

marry"1 d men, Mocks marrfdinen;for thus Jings he

-— rr^-jjfe~ EgSf £~ f ^ttr- F~~

Cuckow, cuckow, cuckow, cuckow, cuckow,

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+ — *- — I — Ffcrj-r^HF-

cuckow; 0 word of fear ! 0 word of fear! U71-

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS,

455

pleajing to a marrfd ear; Unpleqfing to a marrfd

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ear,

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When fliepherds pipe on oaten flraws,

And merry larks are ploughmens clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks and daws,

And maidens bleach their fummer fmocks,
The cuckow then, on every tree,
Mocks married men ; for thus lings he :
Cuckow, cuckow ; — O word of fear \
Unpleafing to a married ear.

45» CALLIOPE : OR f HE

SONG CCXLVII.

THE OLD MAN's WISH.
Tune, The Matron's Wi/b, page 58*

IF I live to grow old, as I find I go down,
Let this be my fate : in a fair country town,
Let me have a warm houfe with a ftone at my gate*
And a cleanly young girl to rub my bald bate. '

May I govern my pailions with an abfolute fway ;
And grow wifer and better as my ftrength wears away.
Without gout or ftone, by a gentle decay*

In a country town, by a murmuring brook,
With the ocean at diftance on which I may look ;
With a green fpacious plain, without hedge or (tile*
And an eafy pad nag to ride out a mile.
May I govern, &c.

With Horace and Petrarch, and one or two more
Of the beft wits that liv'd in the ages before ;
With a dim of roaft mutton, not ven'fon nor teal,
And clean, though coarfe, linen at every meal.
May I govern, &c.

With a pudding on Sundays, and flout humming liquor,
And remnants of Latin to puzzle the vicar ;
With a hidden referve of good Burgundy wine,
To drink the king's health as oft as we dine.
May I govern, &.c.

With a courage undaunted may I face my laft day !
And, when I am dead, may the better fort fay,
In the morning whenfober, in the ev'ning when mellow,
He is gone, and has left not behind him his fellow !

For he govern'd his paflions with an abfolute fway ;

And grew wifer and better as his ftrength wore away,

Without gout or ftone, by a gentle decay.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

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SONG CCXLVIII.
MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS.

, fe ,_

ilfv ,vzz//^ /o wc « kingdom is ; Such perfect joy

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therein I find, As far ex - eels all earthly hl'tfs That

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Go J or Nature bath ajfignd. TIjo' much I want that

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77zo/? 'would have, Tet Jlill my mind forbids to c

Content I live, this is my ftay ;

I feek no more than may fuf&ce :
I prefs to bear no haughty fway ;

Look what I lack my mind fupplies.
Lo ! thus I triumph like a king,
Content with that my mind doth bring.

I fee how plenty furfeits oft,

And hafty climbers fooneil £
| fee that fuch as lit aloft

f/Iifnap doth threaten mod of all.
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458 calliope": or the

Thefe get with toil, and keep with fear :
Such cares my mind could never bear.

No princely pomp, nor wealthy ftore,

No force to win a victory,
No wily wit to falve a fore,

No fhape to win a lover's eye •
To none of thefe I yield as thrall ;
For why ? my mind defpifeth all.

Some have too much, yet (till they crave ;

I little have, yet feek no more :
They are but poor, though much they have 5

And I am rich with little ftore :
They poor, I rich ; they beg, I give ;
They lack, I lend ; they pine, I live.

I laugh not at another's lofs ;

I grudge not at another's gain :
No worldly wave my mind can tofs ;

I brook that is another's bane :
I fear no foe, nor fawn on friend ;
I loath not life, nor dread mine end.

My wealth is health, and perfect eafe ;

My confcience clear my chief defence :
I never feek by bribes to pleafe,

Nor by defert to give offence :
Thus do I live, thus will I die : ■

Would all did fo as well as I !

I joy not in no earthly blifs ;

I weigh not Crefus' wealth a flraw :
For care, I care not what it is ;

I fear not Fortune's fatal law.
My mind is fuch as may not move
Kor beauty bright or force of love.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 459

I wifh but what I have at will ;

I wander not to feek for more ;
I like the plain^ I climb no hill ;

In greatefl: florms I fit on lhore,
And laugh at them that toil in vain
To get what mull be loft again.

I kifs not where I wifh to kill ;

I feign not love where moil I hate \
I break no fleep to win my will ;

I wait not at the mighty's gate ;
I fcorn no poor, I fear no rich ;
I feel no want, nor have too much.

The court, ne cart, 1 like ne loath ;

Extremes are counted worll of all ;
The golden mean betwixt them both

Doth furefl fit, and fears no fall.
This is my choice : for why ? I find
No wealth is like a quiet mind.

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460

CALLIOPE I OR THE

SONG CCXLIX.
DE'IL TAK» THE WAR.

De'il tak> the war, that hurry' d Wil-ly frae me, Who
to love me jufl had fworn ; They made him captain,

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y}/r<? ta «/* - rfo ?/z<?, /Frttf ij- me, he'll ne'er re - tarn.

A thou -/and loons a - broad will fight him, He from

thoufands ne'er will run ; Day and' night I did

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ziz^izs:

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L'zzzziz^zi^l

in - vite him To Jlay fafe from /word or gun. I

us'd alluring graces, With mucklc kind embraces, Now

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

461

— P" ""''fa1 ' ' "I *" " *""* "rV I I I " *"" ■'"""'

fighing, Now crying, Then tears dropping jail ; And

had he my foft arms Preferred to war's alarms, My

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fez:

/ow grown mad, Without the man of Gad, I fear in my

ft I bad grant - ed all

I wafh'd and patch'd, to make me look provoking ;
Snares that they told me would catch the men ;
And on my head a huge commode fat poking,

Which made me fhew as tall again :
For a new gown, too, I paid muckle money,

Which with golden flow'rs did fhine ;
My love well might think me gay and bonny,
No Scots lafs was e'er fo fine.
My petticoat I fpotted,
Fringe, too, with thread I knotted,
Lace Ihoes, and filk hofe garter' d o'er the knee #;
But oh, the fatal thought !
To Billy thefe are nought ;
Who rode to towns, and rifled with dragoons,
When he, filly loon, might have plunder'd me.

462

JCALLIOPE : OR THE

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SONG CCL.
AMYNTA.

My f jeep I've forfaken, and left my Jheep-hook,

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And all the gay haunts of my youth I've for - fook ;

No more for A - myn - ta frefh garlands I wove t
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For ambition, I faid, would foon cure me of
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love. 0 wJjat had my youth with ambition to

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do ? Why left I A- myn - ta P Why broke I my. vow $

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0 give me my Jljeepy and my Jheep-book re-

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

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Jlore, And PU wander from love and Amynta no
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more.

Through regiQns remote in vain do I rove,
And bid the wide ocean fecure me of love ;
O fool ! to imagine that ought can fubdue
A love fo well founded, a paffion £b true.
O what had my youth, &c.

Alas, 'tis too late at thy fate to repine !
Poor fhepherd ! Amynta no more can be thine :
Thy tears are all fruitlefs, thy wifhes are vain ;
The moments neglected return not again.
O what had my youth, &c.

464

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCLI.
BLOW HIGH, BLOW LOW.

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Blow high, blow low, let tempejls tear the main-

maft by the board, My heart, with thoughts of thee, my

i!z~|~i:r-~l — 1~~~1~T"1"~1 *.T — I — H — H~*1""T~

dear, and love well Jlor }d, Shall brave all danger,
Scorn all fear, The roaring winds, the raging fea, In

G\

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hopes onjhore To be once more Safe moored with thee

A-loft while mountains high we go, The whiflling
winds that feud a ■> long, And the fur ge roaring from

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

465

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below, Shall my Jignal be to Jhink on thee, Shall

my Jignal be to think on thee ; And tbisjhall be my

:S:

Da Cafo

Jong : And on that night when all the crew the

memory of their former lives 0" er flowing canns of flip

fippliiii

renew, and drink their fweethearts and their wives.

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air5E:

Pll heave afigh, Pll heave afigh> and think on thee;

And as thejhip rolls thro' the fea The burden of my

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fongjhall be

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCLII.
WE'RE GAILY YET.

Moderate

We're gaily yet, And we're gaily yet, And we're no

rzr£tf;ztir::-£— £±
■& — g>— t* — £— ^ — *~~l~: — s-^E-^-p—l1 — :££

very f if but we 're gaily yet ; Then Jit ye a while and
tipple a hit ; For we're no very fu' but we're gaily

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j?rf.

There was a lad and they ca'd him Dick,
He ga'e me a kifs and I bit his lip ;
And down in the garden he fhew'd me a trick ;
And we're no very fu' but we're gaily yet.
And we're gaily yet, &c.

There were three lads, and they were clad ;
There were three lafTes, and them they had ;
Three trees in the orchard are newly fprung ;
And we's a' get gear enough, we're but young.
And we're gaily yet, Sec,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

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Briflc.

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27/<?# z/p wVt Alley, Alley, Up wVt Ailey now ; Then

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z/p wz''/ Alley, quo' cummer, We s a? get roaring

y^'. u^/z^ o;2d" was kifs'd in the barn ; A-no-ther

fbc

if^j- kifs'd on the green ; And the t' 'other behind the

azz:

peafe-Jlack, Till the mow flew up to her een. Then up
wVt Ailey, &c*

Now fye, John Thomfon, rin,
Gin ever ye ran in your life ;
De'il get ye, but. hie, my dear Jock,
There's a man got to bed with your wife,
Then up wi't Ailey, &c.

Then away John Thomfon ran,
And I trow he ran with fpeed -,
But before he had run his length
The falfe loon had done the deed.

Then up wi'tr-Ailey, &c.
(End with the flrjl verfe, We're gaily yet, &V.)
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468

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG CCLIII.
GAY BACCHUS.

si

Gay Bacchus, liking Eflcourfs wine, A noble meal be-
fpoke us ; And for the guejls that were to dine Brought
Comus, Love, and Jocus. The god near Cupid drew

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his chair ; Near Comus Jocus plac* d ; Thus wine makes

z_±*—ja—\: — f7T7~t; — mz^ztzssda — ~

I jve forget its care, And mirth exalts afeajl.

The more to pleafe the fpritely god,

Each iweet er, aging grace
Put on fome domes to come abroad,

And took a waiter's place.

Then Cupid nam'd at ev'ry glafs

A lady of the fky ;
While Bacchus fwore he'd drink the lafs-.

And had it bumper high.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 469

Fat Comus tofs'd his brimmer o'er,

And always got the moil ;
Jocus took care to fill him more

Whene'er he mifs'd the toaft.

They call'd, and drank at every touch,

Then fill'd and drank again ;
And if the gods can take too much,

'Tis faid they did fo then.

Free jells run all the table round,

And with the wine confpire
(While they by fly reflection wound)

To fet their heads on fire.

Gay Bacchus little Cupid flung,

By reck'ning his deceits ;
And Cupid mock'd his ftamm'ring tongue,

With all his Itagg'ring gaits.

And Jocus droll'd on Comus' ways,

And tales without a jeft ;
While Comus call'd his witty plays

But waggeries at beft.

Such talk foon fet them all at odds ;

And, had I Homer's pen,
I'd ling ye how they drank like gods,

And how they fought like men.

To part the fray the Graces fly,

Who made them foon agree ;
And had the Furies felves been nigh,

They ftill were three to three.

Bacchus appeas'd, rais'd Cupid up,

And gave him back his bow ;
But kept fome dart to itir the cup

Where fack and fugar flow.

479 CALLIOPE : OR THE

Jocus took Comus' rofy crown,

And gaily wore the prize ;
And thrice, in mirth, he pufh'd him down,

As thrice he {trove to rife.

Then Cupid fought the myrtle grove

Where Venus did recline,
And beauty clofe embracing love,

They join'd to rail at wine.

And Comus, loudly curling wit,

Roll'd off to fome retreat,
Where boon companions gravely fit

In fat unwieldy ftate.

Bacchus and Jocus, ftill behind,

For one frefh glafs prepare ;
They kifs, and are exceeding kind,

And vow to be fincere.

But part in time, whoever hear

This our inftru&ive fong ;
For though fuch friendfhips may be dear,

They can't continue long.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

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SONG CCLIV.
FROM THE COURT TO THE COTTAGE.

From the court to the cottage con-vey me away;

E^&g^bc..

For Fm weary of grandeur, and what they call gay:

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From the court to the cottage con - vey me away ;

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For /';« weary of grandeur, and what they call gay :

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Where pride without meafure, and pomp without plea-

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furCy Make life in a cir - cle of hurry decay.

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472-~ CALLIOPE : OR THE

Far remote and retir'd from the noife of the town,
I'll exchange my brocade for a plain ruffet gown ;

My friends fhall be few,

But well chofen and true ;
And fweet recreation our evening fhall crown.

With a rural repafl, a rich banquet for me,

On a mofly green turf, near fome fhady old tree ;

The river's clear brink

Shall afford me my drink,
And Temp'rance my friendly phyfician fhall be.

Ever calm and ferene, with contentment ftill blefs'd,
Not too giddy with joy, or with forrow deprefs'd,

I'll neither invoke,

Or repine at Death's ftroke,
But retire from the world as I would to my reft.

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